Roll Wit It Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Project Pat)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Let me chirp these fools

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juice got weed Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cuttin deals
Juice know you haters out there snitchin ain't for real
So Juice got some gang niggas 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 wit our niggas stayin trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A player drinking Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka
Wearin a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main girl and a playa had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker
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 its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!

[Chorus: Project Pat]
If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it)
In the club or the street, we can (go wit it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it)
Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it)
If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it)
Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it)