Roll Roll Lyrics - Goodfellas - 504 Boyz

Ain't no block too hot 

Me and my niggas 'bout to open up shop 

Hot boy nigga grab the glock 

So me and my niggas we could sell our rocks 

Ain't no block too hot 

Me and my niggas 'bout to open up shop 

Hot boy nigga grab the glock 

So me and my niggas we could sell our rocks 

Every bag of that raw we hustle in the park 

From dusk to dawn nigga from dawn to dark 

Now if you tweakin', boy you better be creepin' 

But if you beefin', nigga you 'bout to be sleepin' 

Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you cats 

Go to the pen, don't fuck with no rats 

See this shit is real, I sleep with one eye open 

See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol totin' 

A thousand fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with 

Come short on the D, you know what you twerkin' wit 

It's murder, 187, I represent the third ward 

We tote mac 11's if I die, write my name in the sky 

My niggas bust yo' ass y'all gon' know why 

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the street 

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money 

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me 

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the street 

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money 

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me 

It's a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya 

Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, chopper split ya 

A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches 

Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches 

Run the block all week, trying to dodge the cops 

Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops 

My niggas wearin' wires, Feds tappin' my phone 

Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone 

Told my dog believe you we can rule the world 

He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with furl 

They found him dead in the project, brains on the ground 

When you a fiend, that's the way the game go down 

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the street 

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money 

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me 

Roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the street 

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money 

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me 

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] chopper too 

Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do 

Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe 

That nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood 

Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver 

You don't want that drama to come to you 

Yo' mama to come do you 

'Cuz hot iron will run ya through ya 

You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cuz you'll catch a contact 

If you ain't got beef wit a nigga 

Don't be 'round beef 

You won't be on yo' back 

Oh it ain't my fault, we'll dead these niggas 

Can't move we infrared these niggas 

We'll do these niggas, black proof these niggas 

Close casket these boys, black suit these niggas 

We'll blast these niggas, walk past these niggas 

And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas 

And after we do it we'll toss the tec and ghetto 

Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set 

You ain't gotta ask who's hot? Who's on top? 

I gotta question to ask y'all for real, Tru or not 

If I got two guns, I'm sure one gon' bust 

If I got two niggas wildin' out when I bust 

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the most 

That's the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' after that 

I'ma give him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough 

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the street 

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money 

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me 

Roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the street 

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money 

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me