P.D. Roll ’Em

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, you know that nigga name Brad man?) Phuh, yeah I know that nigga, man, nigga That nigga ain't shit, man I grew up with that nigga back then not again Punk ass nigga [Verse 1] Here it comes fool, I play the game where it's no rules Homies on the cut call me Joe 'cause I'm so cool Quick to get 'em up with a nigga, I ain't dodgin' em Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I'm squabbin' em Representin' the Park since I'm living here Walkin' through the hood from another set, give it here And after the jackin', you still want more? Heh Fuck your posse, it's time for the coroner Don't fuck with the Park, niggas swarm More niggas found dead in my hood than in Vietnam Rollin' seven deep to a car Quick to take that ass to war, yo It ain't no sleep being lost 'Cause territorial rights are being enforced So when you're rollin' up Holloway, floor it And if a nigga flags you down, keep going Don't stop and sell your soul You'll fuck around and get your ass P.D. rolled [Verse 2] The last album passed gold And you wanna know the meaning of P.D. roll Well I'ma break it down for you real clean *gunshots* Y'know what I mean? In other words, getting blasted Shootin' at a bastard, to see if he can last it 9 times out of 10, he can't That's just one more nigga in the paint You see when I go to work, I hit a mothafucka where it hurts Starting off at his home site And fuck up a nigga's whole night You out of there, just like that there For jumping in the ring with a bear It's easily executed Put the pistol to the head, cock the hammer back, and shoot it You can't get it no cleaner Make a hit, break quick to the Beamer Head south, take us to the hole And don't be no fool and get your ass P.D. rolled [Verse 3] My own hood is confusing me Shit just ain't what it used to be I'm stepping back on my old block The finest bitch in the hood smoking crack rock Even the niggas I was raised with Are walking around in a daze and shit (Say now, can I get a dollar for a cold one?) And got his hands out like I owe him But I don't owe dat nigga I was growing in the hood until I got bigger I hollered at my boys in the game And only a couple of em changed Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack And all the rest of my boys down with Ak The rest ain't about jack But I still love the hood, so it ain't about that It's all about being down with it Shit, to be got, you gotta go out and get it Like my nigga doing time in the trunks Now that was a down mothafucka A couple of keys, my nigga stole 'em Straight up fucking P.D. roll 'em So lay it down in the dirt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt That's how it is, and always will be I had to have it, even if it killed me The sight of losing didn't thrill me So I had to go and steal, G Just to make a quick one And I didn't give a fuck who fell short to be a victim You or your family, bro Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D. rolled