504 Boyz Roll, Roll Lyrics

Ain't no block too hot
Me and my n____s bout to open up shop
Hot boy n____ grab the glock
So me and my n____s we can sell our rocks
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my n____s bout to open up shop
Hot boy n____ grab the glock
So me and my n____s we can sell our rocks

Master P:
Every bag of that raw
We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn n____
From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy
You better be creepin
But if you beefin, n____
You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs
We don't f___ with you cats
Go to the pen
Don't f___ with no rats
See this s___ is real
I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto
n____s gotta be pistol totin
A thousand f___in' 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 n____s bust yo' a__
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 f___ some b____es
Run the block all week
Trying to dodge the cops
n____s prayin' on my death before my album drops
My n____s 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

Chorus

Mystikal
:
I'm from the ? chopper too!
Come f___in' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!
Put my foot so far up yo' a__ I'd probably lose my shoe!
That n____ chokin!
m_________er coughin' up blood
Well f___ 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 n____
Don't be 'round beef
You won't be on yo' back

Silkk:
Oh it ain't my fault
We'll dead these n____s
Can't move we infrared these n____s
We'll do these n____s
Black proof these n____s
Close casket these boys
Black suit these n____s
We'll blast these n____s
Walk past these n____s
And ride on these bustas
Just keep mashin these n____s
And after we do it
We'll toss the tec
And ghetto
Plus I know not else but to f___in' 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 n____s 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