Slow Ya Roll Lyrics - Mac

[mac] 

Send this out to my nigga mike king and 

All the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohio 

From a o-g to a b-gee 

Slow your roll niggas 

Shell shocked 

Check it 

[o'dell] 

15 with the triple beam, working the streets 

Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats 

(it's all good, it's all good) 

He pass by makin' the noise, odd boy 

Yah we see him with the chip phone 

He talkin' to them young bitches, he used to be afraid, but 

Now he shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' paid (I like that) 

When I was his age, I had the same kinda ways 

Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J's 

On a niggas feet, and it was something to ball 

To go to school and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' wit' chall 

Don't hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket full of dimes 

I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind 

Cus the haters won't like that, would you pass 

Cus the niggas will buck, and show a man his ass 

Watch your back lil' nigga, the game is cold 

And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll 

[chorus] 

(rolll) 

Keep it on your mind 

(rolll) 

A nigga shoots the same 

(slow your rolll) 

You better slow your roll 

(rolll) 

What mama used to say, 

(slow your rolll) 

Keep it up young man 

(roll) 

A nigga shoots the same 

(slow your rolll) 

You better slow your roll 

What mama used to say 

[mac] 

16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin' 

They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin' 

He healed up, let his anger build up 

Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the black car 

And all dem niggas got murder on dey mind 

Your boy got that a.k., you got the tech 9 (I got the tech you heard me) 

Passenger seat he spot Woo-ney, (who is Woo-ney?) 

He's that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me 

Take that mothafucka! That's what what he yelled 

As the automatic went **bucka**bucka** 

And all you niggas gots to die 

Is that the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise 

Cus I remember he was a lil' timid nigga, a lil' skinny nigga 

Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in your 

Own hands 

His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll 

[chorus] 

[o'dell] 

17 with a life sentence 

He in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he killed 

Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see your whole 

Life 

Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife 

See he was five times bigger, it wouldn't mean shit to the trigger 

But you can't get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eyes 

When the blade penetrated, he bled like he menstruated. 

And I can't sleep knowing how I kicked the game to him 

Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box 

Is there a heaven for a killer? 

Forgiveness to a lil' nigga, who praised nothin' but skrilla 

All he wanted was the finer things... 

Laid in his casket with his Rolex and his diamond rings. 

Dear God have mercy on his young soul... 

See he was told det most of us don't make it old... 

Slow your roll. 

[chorus]