Lyrics

[Intro: Akala] Right about now I got mandem for you, you understand? Young Nikolow - 15, ya kna? Big E Quest, talk to dem! [Verse 1: Quest] Many men in the street, but ain't none of them as live as me Quick to fire off a round like me A young gun that's ill Hustler on the block, shit real Catch a case, then hit the streets 'fore da sun's revealed Listen, I ain't trippin, illin' outta States spittin' Grimey type, quick to put a hole in your missus Love beef, so I stay in the kitchen Hard to move in the game if you a pawn and ya queen is missin' Cause niggas round here play for keeps AK's that'll spray all day, blow ya lungs to ya feet Overseas with the gulliest thieves Roll wid or get rolled through, playa, deadly in these streets Record tight, yo, they love to fight Bang hammers on the block 'cause we hot, livin the street life Ain't nothin' new to real soldiers, holding down the game It's over, from Chi Town to London, we rollin', uh [Chorus: Akala] Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over It's time now, the wait is over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over It's time now, the wait is over [Verse 2: E] Never let em' see you sweat, man of respect Yeah, we live like we roll with TECs Full of ourselves, best of the best - my niggas blessed Thanks for askin', thanks for passin' Knuckles bruised from the blastin' I gave you goin' to hell Kill tracks like my dick touch tha ovaries and my chick took the pill Can't take her back - too much pain Moved work, Tower Bridge see my whip like 12 times a day And I'm still goin' through, sun, shine or rain Fuck cops - maintain, stretch out and claim Keep feedin' em'; what's there to eat? Fried rice, chicken wings plus barbequed ribs - that's beef Chilled orange juice, kick back, burp and sleep And if you catch me out the hood, you can bet it's P Soldier, I need a backpack to carry mine So best believe cause they bigga than nine So, uh, best ya Roll wid us or get rolled over Faggots talk hard but don't get no bolder Shook in tha club, why, without they soldiers Normal rollers just they olders Two-steppin', Louis crep with the check laces Yeah she buff but her face pasted, so I can't place it I'm a fly nigg In any hood, I will ride, nigga Before talkin' like 'nah, nigga' [Chorus: Akala] Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over It's time now, the wait is over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over It's time now, the wait is over [Verse 3: Nikolow] Yo, lately tingz have been insane I'm catchin' stupid beef over other peeps speakin' my sake Nikolow stay loyal to da fam, da fam feel tha same way Releasing tracks for no cats searching for a pay day But let's get one thing cleared up right now Ain't nobody out there messin' with my fam Straight up, now listen - I ain't tryna drop no words of wisdom We're tryna show heads that don't know the place we live in Where you got those? He shot to fiends to make a livin' When those that envy pretend to be friends, end up snitchin' Where little kids are swearing hood in every drop I'm pissin' People end up missing - families left reminiscin' [?] fam be tha clique, M1 block's where we jam If ya son say it's on, blud, let me inform my mans Understand whenever walkin' road I have to check my shoulder You're threatening man down the phone, blud, you ain't no soldier Now I understand why they say "tell him when he's older" Rules to these roads, roll wid us or get rolled over I understand why they say "tell him when he's older" Roll wid us, blud, or get rolled over [Chorus: Akala] Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over It's time now, the wait is over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over Roll wid us or get rolled over It's time now, the wait is over [Verse 4: Akala] A rolling stone gathers no moss Matter without movement impacts no force So of course I keep rolling, so composed that When you at top speed, I'm still strolling Fake thugs folding, y'all niggas is done You just cannot fight, that's a fist to a gun Bold when it's on, I'm ten versus one, smoke to a lung You little bastard - disaster must come But most only postponed, you clones get dethroned I shoot truth - leave ya lies leakin' in the road Bleeding, exposed, yes, my flows are cold As an arctic blizzard, the wizard of poems Merlin verses, dark as a womb Worse than curses unearthed from raiding a tomb Meet ya doom - the kid who can't be moved I'm just livin' out my name - it's oh so plain I'm different fucking gravy, ever since a nipper I keep the grass cut so the snakes can't slither My shit's realer, we could talk stocks and figures Or shots from triggers, niggas gettin' smoked like kippers 'Cause mandem' don't learn till the shit happen first This is not Usher but yeah, we could let it burn Roll wid it, it's better with more hands Either way, you can't fight what you don't understand [Outro: Akala] Roll wid us, G Or get rolled over That's right It's not a rumour, blud We coming for it this year, blud