Roll With ’Em Juvenile (Ft. Big Tymers)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go
Niggas graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope
Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil Reggie be bustin' heads
K.C., he be bustin' heads
Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads
Boddies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass
You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix
5 Hot Boy$ runnin', bringin' G's to they clique
With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggas ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, 'cause I'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose
Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail

[Chorus: Juvenile]
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me