Roll The Shit Lyrics - 5 (murder By Numbers) - 50 Cent

[Intro:] 

"I really hate havin to resort 

To knockin elderly people in the head for they money! 

But I'll do it! I'll do it! 

Yea, you know I'll do it 

I'll do it, I'll do it 

Yea, you know I'll do it 

I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh" 

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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)] 

I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit 

(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker) 

I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"} 

(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin) 

I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit 

(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me) 

I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit 

(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!) 

My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top 

It's hot, I'm checkin my AP 

If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll 

Nigga you must be crazy 

I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit... 

I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit... 

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[50 Cent:] 

Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did 

Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread 

Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat 

Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope 

Kush smoke same color to match that coat 

I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin 

Dom poppin, party rockin 

My beat knockin, your bitch watchin 

My feds clockin my shit 

Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks 

Get your ass whipped you step on my shit 

Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch 

Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick 

Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick 

This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch 

That shit fake, Audemars don't tick 

Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit? 

I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick 

I'm a match that deal with my hat 

They said I fell off, I snapped right back 

Nigga my money can't fit in no safe 

Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face 

Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault 

Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke 

[Chorus] 

[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):] 

HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did 

Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big 

Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd 

They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick 

Give me brain like I ain't got no sense 

I got change, dollars and lil' cents 

I got rich, they ain't seen me since 

Now it's all startin to make sense 

I pull up in that brand new Benz 

All of a sudden I got brand new friends 

Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka 

BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind 

(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit) 

I forgot she was in my bed 

(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit) 

Damn! I blew through all my bread 

That Lambo ain't got no top 

Man I'm hotter than stove top 

Rider Gang, we on top 

And we havin a smoke-out 

Eyes low but I'm so high 

Don't ask me, I don't know why 

I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit 

If I don't pass the shit don't task for shit, HUH! 

[Chorus]