Artist: Boot Camp Clik Album: The Chosen Few Song: Let's Roll Typed by: ThaLyriczFinisha@Yahoo.Com [Louieville Sluggah] Aiyo, bank rolls, face swolls BD Boys move, cause they know it dollars when I say so Say no, if it ain't dough, right up front Because you still got haters right up front That's plottin' on the downfall, creepin' all around y'all As soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off Just trynna live this, back bone the business BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with Nothing them boys spitting Cause y'all like female dogs --- bitches So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots of Hen', rockin' til I die Nuts I bust off, if I bust off Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what? [Top Dog] Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some love I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that You know we, ten second rolly, bum on the fat [Chorus 2X: Tek (Starang Wondah)] Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin' Hey ma, trynna pick out which ride you hoppin' in I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll (Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride) [Tek] It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb Three sixties by the sixth fifty, that's by the curve Number six on the throwback, Julius Irv' Pound on 36 indites, for use and observe [Starang Wondah] These niggaz steppin' on the scene, MVP's of the team Steppin' outta Yukon, like Alida Lamine, knawmean? Starang Wondah, pickin' and crips You know me, low key, bitch, lits on the spliff Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise Step to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized Y'all recognize [Tek] Yeah, we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood You know your boys boys, credit line is good Can't afford to see your step, got torned, same as the lords Sip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs [Hook: Buckshot] No matter what you go through We gonna stick gonna together [Steele] Got on my Timb boots, car hard jeans too Bulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through Ten to twenty niggaz deep with me, muggs rollin' the drugs Bouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't givin' a fuck I'm 3 star general, who you? Cowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you Bet if I put the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus Say y'all, rappers, can hate on Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we stay strong Most record labels too scared to deal with some real shit Bet they all ride the dick when they feel this Duck Down, bitch, you in Bucktown Little homey playin' big man and got struck down Ain't near motherfucker safe in this game we walkin' Puttin' in work, til I'm layed in the coffin Play hard strong, scrape y'all, thing on my waste y'all Face off, BC, every thing we been through we still together Keep sons on the block, guess to dead ya [Buckshot] Roll with me, ride with me You can get dissed til ya side, or side with me Whether it's raw or it's cooked beef, we serve fiends Proteins in our hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets Skeets of the rain, feet in the games And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit Drama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob' Wanna play ball? Get ya squad My shit is for niggaz behind bars, who do crime Do time, and do time hard, play the yard Lift heavy, get ready for the massacre We came a long way after ya, I see them niggaz gashin' Cause, you really ain't half the thug You just an average nigga flappin' for love [Hook] [Chorus 2X] [Louieville Sluggah] Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin' You trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in I know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll