Krayzie Bone - How We Roll lyrics

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Krayzie Bone - How We Roll lyrics

Devil & Krayzie That's right n***a (Double Glock) Mr. Leathaface (It don't stop) Ya'll n***as wanna be real (The bloody body rott) get caught up in some of this thug sh**. -Chorus- This how the thugs and the hustla'z and gangsta's play, this how we roll (This what we do) That's how we roll Krayzie n***as was born and brought up in the hood, hung out with k**as and crooks/ They showed the n***a how to cook the rocks and not to get booked by the cops/ Young, haulin' I'm 17, I'm on the corner with Burna, my dawg and n***as ain't got no place to sleep or to eat at all/ F**k that, pa** that sawed-off pump/ Since we ain't got no dope to slang, partner, ya'll know what? We' like some motherf**kin' scavangers on they a** was scandalous and this is just a jackin' don't make it a**ault and battery/ In a stolen Caddy, jump out “What's up n***a?” We know you got some dough, what's happenin' n***a? You just sold to that crackhead/ I'm buzzin' of that motherf**kin' 40 a gutt/ Is you gon' drop the f**kin' money lil' homey or what? “Only got 25 dollers man” n***a shut tha f**k up! Cauze you ahead a me 25 dollars, n***a I ain't got nothin'/ And did I mention (Listen) I ain't ate since Monday, today's Friday so n***a release them two tens and that five or you die today, die today -Chorus- Krayzie Motherf**kers ain't ready for this/ I been told ya'll n***as, but now I got to come show ya'll n***as with a 9 millimeter heater, sh** finna get violent, violent/ Deuce Double O Tre, f**k the Po-Po, FBI, and the CIA or any other motherf**ker wanna know what's up with Kray, hey/ Eat a dick b**h, out my way I got to go/ Gotta get the dough, pocket full of profit/ co*k it, watch it, I'm not the ho gettin' robbed, oh no! What I tell n***a ‘bout the 4-4, it blow/ How ‘bout anybody that f**ks with me, k**a, pop pop! Drop to your knees n***a/ Didn't think ya see yourself bleed, did ya? Like a show, gotta a lot of pleasin' ya/ Manditory we run up and detatch n***as for everythang/ Just show me the money, when you hear the wind blow, you know it's blowin' at LeathaFace/ You know that's murda mo' n***a got to k** some more/ n***a murda mo' n***a got to k** some more (For this thug sh**) -Chorus-

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