Lyrics Roll With It - Three 6 Mafia
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
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,
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
fifty
seven
titanium
Smith-N-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
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