Roll It Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Bun B] Statik Selektah That's right, baby, Texas back up in his thing Yo, Static, I had to bring my boy Procaine back one more time His rhymes was so devastating I brought him back up to New York City So he could put it down with me on this motherfucker one time And he's smoking on that good archive, so he ready to go Let's have a look, okay [Verse 1: Bun B] Let me start this bitch off with "Fuck you" from the giddy up Big Bun Beeda back bitch fucking your city up I'm that big dog to you little itty bitty mutts You silly pup, your bitch at home waiting to get her titty suck You gotta read between the lines for you to get the message Studied for years to get the skills that I was born and blessеd with So when you think it's time for you to cross the linе and press it Man, I'm gone in the wind, bitch I'm been on some next shit See, I'm from Texas and the fact is undeniable That most rap niggas ain't reliable and non-viable I see it from a mile away, the shit they try to pull At a bar, you washed-up ass rappers, I'd have a dryer full And you already know I've been through So I'm finna put your ass in spin mode, take you tucked and fold I'm on a motherfuckin' mission And it's still Trill-fucking-statik 2, bitch, 420 edition, let's go [Hook: Bun B] We 'bout to break it down, we 'bout to roll it up We smoking moonbow 112, blow it up It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up So rep your side of town, hold it down, I'm going up I'm 'bout to break it down, I'm 'bout to roll it up I'm smoking moonbow 112, blow it up It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up So rep your side of town, hold it down and throw it up [Verse 2: Propain] Ay, the young ave killer Big smoke, man, I'm high enough to dab Dilla Propane, that boy who keep some diamonds and cash with him I'm bad with it, and forever trill the way that Bun and Chad did it Fuck a loss, shit, I'm in a field until my bag fill up A sniper too, I'm like the wig store the way I bag bitches I'm the truth, you can't compare me to none of these trash niggas I own the crew, and play like Jordan when he had Wizards It's 420, a bunch of players, a lot of hash lit up Self made, this ain't no hand out and I ain't no ass kisser I'm back with Statik, so that mean this bigger than the last mission This Pro and Bun, this shit like Dirk when he had Nash with him You niggas tough, yeah, that's cool but it's a bad decision You play with Pro, bitch we pulling up like calisthenics But back to mission, I'm vibrating, now my pals get it I'm rapping like I'm driving blindfolded the way I crash niggas Pro [Hook: Bun B] We 'bout to break it down, we 'bout to roll it up We smoking moonbow 112, blow it up It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up So rep your side of town, hold it down, I'm going up I'm 'bout to break it down, I'm 'bout to roll it up I'm smoking moonbow 112, blow it up It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up So rep your side of town, hold it down and throw it up [Outro] And love was my purpose Through the pain of life You brought me good mess