Can I Roll Wit U

[ Rhimeson ]<br>Can I roll with you?<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Nigga, what can I do?<br>When I still seem<br>To day-dream and fiend for green<br>Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don`t equals naythin<br>In a buck-fortyfive`s what I`m waitin<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>So now it`s time for me to grab the strap<br>And put you in a sleeper eternally<br>That`s what my psychic`s tellin me<br>So now I`m ridin to the sun, and I<br>Know it ain`t shit for me to lose...<br>[ Prode`je ] ...So I<br>Asked the big homie to put it down for me<br>When I was down you been around for me<br>Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola<br>That I can rack for ya<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>For sho`, yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City<br>Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties<br>But to drop off ki`s and collect my g`s<br>My fees for this job is three g`s<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Let`s see if I can get it crackin for me<br><br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Can I roll with you?<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>Nigga, what can I do<br>For you, now that it`s really on and poppin?<br><br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Went to the city and my big homies is ???<br>With my 3 g`s, can I get it crackin for me?<br>I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes<br>So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>Turn to your skull where your brains was<br>Game recognize game, can you dig it?<br>I did it, stackin to see what`s happenin<br>Loop - there it is, I`m handlin my biz<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>With this I`m buyin powdered shit<br>So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot<br>Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie<br>This whooped-up lley gon` freeze they brains like slurpies<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>But I`m tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket<br>Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it<br>(In a `86 coupe) in a `85 cutlass<br>2 O.G.`s on fo` d`s, and we`re comin<br><br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>Nigga, what`s happenin?<br>Shall we get to scrappin or cappin?<br>A king-size .44 magnum to tag em<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Well, I guess we`ll get into some gangster shit<br>I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>And I`m checkin eyes, so you best to recognize<br>When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon` die<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Right, you muthafuckas wanna see the gangstas<br>I`m comin from the squad, I ain`t no peace treaty banger<br>[ Young Prod ]<br>I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that`s real<br>>From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I`m pistol-whippin your grill<br>But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card<br>I`m rollin a fo` do`, Eagle out the window, dumpin on y`all<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>And all I did was struggle for my land<br>And I`m too much of a gee to die by another man<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>And understand you gotta bury me, you won`t worry me<br>With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy