Roll Roll Lyrics

Ain't no block too hot

Me and my niggas bout to open up shop

Hot boy nigga grab the glock

So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks

Ain't no block too hot

Me and my niggas bout to open up shop

Hot boy nigga grab the glock

So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks

[Master P:]

Every bag of that raw

We hustle in the park

From dusk to dawn nigga

From dawn to dark

Now if you tweakin, boy

You better be creepin

But if you beefin, nigga

You bout to be sleepin

Me and my dogs

We don't fuck with you cats

Go to the pen

Don't fuck with no rats

See this shit is real

I sleep with one eye open

See in the ghetto

Niggas gotta be pistol totin

A thousand fuckin' grams

That's what I'm workin' with

Come short on the D

You know what you twerkin' wit

It's murder

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I represent the third ward

We tote mac 11's

If I die, write my name in the sky

My niggas bust yo' ass

Yall gon' know why (baby)

[Chorus:]

Roll roll roll ya dough

Up and down the street

On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money

Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)

[repeat]

[Krazy:]

It's a problem

I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya

??? gon' come get ya

Chopper split ya

A young soldier

Plottin' to rule the world with riches

Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches

Run the block all week

Trying to dodge the cops

Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops

My niggas wearin wires
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Feds tappin' my phone

Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog believe you we can rule the world

He didn't listen

He'd rather stuff his nose with furl

They found him dead in the project

Brains on the ground

When you a fiend

That's the way the game go down

[Chorus]

[Mystikal:]

I'm from the ? chopper too!

Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!

Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!

That nigga chokin!

Motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well fuck the ?????

You don't want that drama to come to you!

Yo' mama to come do you!

Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya!

You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact

If you ain't got beef wit a nigga

Don't be 'round beef

You won't be on yo' back

[Silkk:]

Oh it ain't my fault

We'll dead these niggas

Can't move we infrared these niggas

We'll do these niggas

Black proof these niggas

Close casket these boys

Black suit these niggas

We'll blast these niggas

Walk past these niggas

And ride on these bustas

Just keep mashin these niggas

And after we do it

We'll toss the tec

And ghetto

Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't gotta ask who's hot

Who's on top

I gotta question to ask yall foreal

Tru or not

If I got two guns

I'm sure one gon' bust

If I got two niggas wildin' out

When I bust, one gon' duck

The one that's wildin' the most

That's the one I'ma bust

He still trippin' after that

I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough

[Chorus]

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