Road Dawgs Lyrics - Singles - Amil

DJ Clue 

(Jay-Z) 

New Shit 

(Uh, huh, check it out now) 

Road Dawgs 

Amil, Eve, Da Brat 

(Amillion, E-V-E) 

Jay-Z 

First Lady, check it out, uh yo 

Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches 

Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique 

Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches 

I stay sick wit' 

Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit 

Harder than the dick get 

Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit' 

One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick 

Don't leave 'em nothing but a quick fix 

Me and money makers be the first pick and 

Do the dirt quick and 

Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch 

Only fuck wit' the raw you should know this 

Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion 

Scheme for cream, me and Amillion 

Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back 

Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar 

Eve, like to cut you, make you holler 

Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em pile up 

You want more? 

See me in the drop top it's on 

Peach color pony head course 

Player instinct, learned from my dogs 

Save ya money baby, I'ma take you to the mall 

And I buy you something small 

Maybe something negligence 

Cartier, came fast in small things 

What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me 

E V E, capitalize 

Taking the shit, making it mine 

Big niggas in the game that'll let us find 

Put me up against anybody I shine 

Taking my time for this line for line 

Mad chart thugs wit' yours crime for crime 

Real bitches keeping it raw, about time 

Where my hoes in this house 

Who hold they niggas down 

Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs 

(Hey) 

Where my ladies in this place 

Who hold they niggas space 

When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up 

(Owh) 

Where my hoes in this house 

Who hold they niggas down 

Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs 

(Hey) 

Where my ladies in this place 

Who hold they niggas space 

When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up 

(Owh) 

Crush shit before I even touch shit 

Wit the princess cuts and shit 

My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me 

Haters, make you think you can fuck wit' me 

This rap shit is like drugs to me 

Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me 

All Money Is Legal 

Roca y'all know how we do 

First class, all stretch out 

Or, S-Class all sexed out 

Got the cash, let's be out 

Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out 

Most niggas can't handle me 

So I strictly fuck wit' family 

Sports to death, ask Jigga 

Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga? 

It's a turn off if my cash bigger 

Don't blame me, blame my last nigga 

Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up 

Started off wit a pair of V studs 

I be wifey no pre-nups 

Still ended up wit the SE what 

Windows down, seats back 

Can't catch me wit' a sweet track 

Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match 

Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh? 

The only ones that had a chance 

Was the ones wit' the cash advance 

Where my hoes in this house 

Who hold they niggas down 

Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs 

(Hey) 

Where my ladies in this place 

Who hold they niggas space 

When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up 

(Owh) 

I tell 'em like this 

Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me 

Bust at a nigga wit' a rhyme 

Or a nine wit' a tragedy 

When it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to bleed 

Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed 

If a nigga proceed to step outta line, I'm a gradually 

Fill his anatomy wit' bullet holes in his behind 

I happen to be the type of bitch 

Get a grudge I don't budge and shit 

And look at what I did in life as a kid 

Wit' thugs and pents 

Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker 

Wit' a scholarship 

At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing 

When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold 

Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on 

Tryna get a smoke on 

High, 'cause I have to get it 

When you can never see me coming the Devil's Advocate 

Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws 

And fiending for more 

Surrounded wit', diamonds around the wrist 

Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit 

And I ain't tryna quit 

If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes 

I prove you can't duplicate this 

Attempt to and lose 

This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two 

Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement? 

When I stepped in came wit' my feet in the pavement 

Leave niggas in amazement 

And guess what the ingravement say? 

Capital B R A T was here and got paid all year 

In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids 

I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy 

Where my hoes in this house 

Who hold they niggas down 

Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs 

(Hey) 

Where my ladies in this place 

Who hold they niggas space 

When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up 

(Owh)