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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 could 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 could sell our rocks 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, 187, I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's if I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass y'all gon' know why I say, roll, roll, roll your 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 I say, roll, roll, roll your 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 It's a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya Tellin' if we 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, 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 I say, roll, roll, roll your 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 Roll, roll, roll your 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 I'm from the [Incomprehensible] 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 Heimlich maneuver 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 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 y'all for real, 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 I say, roll, roll, roll your 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 Roll, roll, roll your 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