Roll With It

Let me chirp these fools

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 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 wit 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 thats furry as Chewbacca

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

Her name was the 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!

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)

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 wit us and thats whats up

The whole club we maintain

These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain

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

Cuz clown ass niggaz love to act a 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