Roll With It (feat. Project Pat) - Explicit Album Version

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
 The feds takin' pictures of us ballin' but I got 'em
 A seven-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 57 titanium Smith & 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
 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