Roll With It Lyrics - Project Pat

Let me chirp these fools 

Juice got weed, Juice got bills 

Juice got their work on the corner cuttin' deals 

Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real 

So Juice got some game, niggaz, down for the kill 

Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field 

We never had a job but we sittin' on a mill 

We ball out in the club with our niggaz stayin' trill 

We never wrote a check just them big face bills 

A playa drinkin' Makers, Marker, cranberry vodka 

Wearin' a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca 

I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her 

Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker 

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The feds takin' pictures of us ballin' but I got 'em 

A 7 footer hole for his body, we gon drop 'em 

We always on the grind, we be watchin' when they watchin' 

And when they turn they back, it's the clucka-clucka, rock 'em, yeah 

If you boys got beef, we can roll with it 

In the club or the street, we can go with it 

It don't make me none blow for blow with it 

Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it 

If you boys got beef, we can roll with it 

In the club or the street, we can go with it 

It don't make me none blow for blow with it 

Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it 

We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests 

Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess 

And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust 

You gonna have hell if you fuck with us and that's what's up 

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The whole club, we maintain 

These hydra shock bullets mushroom in ya brain 

We in bed with the med, give 'em somethin' to do 

'Cause clown ass niggaz love to act the fool 

My hood is real nigga, my hood ain't fake 

My hood is home nigga, everythang straight 

My hood will rob you with mask on they face 

My hood will do it to put food on they plate 

My hood ain't tame dog, they wanna jump fool 

My hood, they hang together, they all jump you 

And if you don't believe me then come to my hood 

And you will see that it ain't all good 

If you boys got beef, we can roll with it 

In the club or the street, we can go with it 

It don't make me none blow for blow with it 

Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it 

If you boys got beef, we can roll with it 

In the club or the street, we can go with it 

It don't make me none blow for blow with it 

Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it