Re-Up Gang - Roll with da Winners lyrics
[Re-Up Gang - Roll with da Winners lyrics]
Yes r-e-u-p, g-a-n-g
R-E-U-P, G-A-N-G (Let it go)
Roll with the winners
The soul of the sinners
Which ring, which chain
The most our dilemmas
My uncles before me mixed the
Diesel and the blenders then crack came
I seen the coldest of winters
Mountains of snow, made fiends tremor
Mink to the floor
We use the crème de la crèmes
Such a need to shimmer
The Benz got the slippers
Club owners love us call
Us yellow bottle grippers
Flipper? No, whale scale tipper
I'm from a line of
Ex-kingpins that's turned sniffers
Pray the Lord forgive us while
The maricons fill us up to the brim
Call them the coffee bean spillers
Blasphemous, he calls kis God's pillows
Ivory white, bury me in my chinchilla
Ain't none iller, no! Ain't none realer
It's Pusha, just ya neighborhood dope dealer
You gotta love the gall on him
Twenty on the arm on him
Twenty-four inch blades
See the frame fall on 'em
Drugs czar, retired, like I was Shawn on 'em
Came back to star, Jordan as he falls
Released to score raw on 'em
22 pounds exactly
Tape criss-crossed like a bra on 'em
But the streets I was marred
I was scarred on it and ride around
Microphone fiend with the R on 'em
I'm Bad, James Todd on 'em
On the white part of the water
My third got scalds
On the right side of my palm
Where the soft got hard
On the right price, give me the light
I Sean Paul on 'em
Run the city, Sean John on 'em
New Marvin, screaming "What's Going On"
I'm trouble man, I rubberband man
Push hard on them
Same block where I crawled on 'em
I'mma fall on 'em
I couldn't dare do the arm
And not the neck with it
Jesus on the charm, show some respect with it
Don't be alarmed
If y'all don't connect with it
Something like the Arnage
If you select with it
To most a mirage, but even when I'm pinched
The boy far from dreaming
The Porsche with the vents
Tucked in the trunk
Let the dogs track the scent
And I don't give a fuck
About our best defense
Catch me if you can, I am gingerbread
And the mink interior is crimson red
Y'all talk before they even mention Feds
Of how I got the block like
The Dawn of the Dead
Seems amongst thieves that honor is dead
Bucking the court 'til Your Honor is dead
Y'all take heed to what is fall upon ya
You are in the presence, Re-Up, the ensemble
You got no choice but notice me
Everything I drop hard
Challengers wiling out on
Opium playing dodgeball
With some bullets busting out
The narrow barrel hitting you hard
Your fate don't need no tarot
Cards to be read, I reads
About niggas like you daily, obituary
Dead weight, my head straight
My bitch is very
Steadfast, that wet ass, ki daddy marry
Float through your city like I'm in a ferry
Took the 7-60 off it, put 8 o'clock on it
Eight-Double Dot-Double Zero add four more
You know the time with my earlobes
Niggas is mad, niggas is
Last, niggas is fake, niggas is late
Niggas need to be in the lake
The bottom of it
Fuck you buck in new brick boots
With a burgundy wet suit for
Thinking you death proof, pussy
R-E-U-P, G-A-N-G (Let it go)
Roll with the winners
The soul of the sinners
Which ring, which chain
The most our dilemmas
My uncles before me mixed the
Diesel and the blenders then crack came
I seen the coldest of winters
Mountains of snow, made fiends tremor
Mink to the floor
We use the crème de la crèmes
Such a need to shimmer
The Benz got the slippers
Club owners love us call
Us yellow bottle grippers
Flipper? No, whale scale tipper
I'm from a line of
Ex-kingpins that's turned sniffers
Pray the Lord forgive us while
The maricons fill us up to the brim
Call them the coffee bean spillers
Blasphemous, he calls kis God's pillows
Ivory white, bury me in my chinchilla
Ain't none iller, no! Ain't none realer
It's Pusha, just ya neighborhood dope dealer
You gotta love the gall on him
Twenty on the arm on him
Twenty-four inch blades
See the frame fall on 'em
Drugs czar, retired, like I was Shawn on 'em
Came back to star, Jordan as he falls
Released to score raw on 'em
22 pounds exactly
Tape criss-crossed like a bra on 'em
But the streets I was marred
I was scarred on it and ride around
Microphone fiend with the R on 'em
I'm Bad, James Todd on 'em
On the white part of the water
My third got scalds
On the right side of my palm
Where the soft got hard
On the right price, give me the light
I Sean Paul on 'em
Run the city, Sean John on 'em
New Marvin, screaming "What's Going On"
I'm trouble man, I rubberband man
Push hard on them
Same block where I crawled on 'em
I'mma fall on 'em
I couldn't dare do the arm
And not the neck with it
Jesus on the charm, show some respect with it
Don't be alarmed
If y'all don't connect with it
Something like the Arnage
If you select with it
To most a mirage, but even when I'm pinched
The boy far from dreaming
The Porsche with the vents
Tucked in the trunk
Let the dogs track the scent
And I don't give a fuck
About our best defense
Catch me if you can, I am gingerbread
And the mink interior is crimson red
Y'all talk before they even mention Feds
Of how I got the block like
The Dawn of the Dead
Seems amongst thieves that honor is dead
Bucking the court 'til Your Honor is dead
Y'all take heed to what is fall upon ya
You are in the presence, Re-Up, the ensemble
You got no choice but notice me
Everything I drop hard
Challengers wiling out on
Opium playing dodgeball
With some bullets busting out
The narrow barrel hitting you hard
Your fate don't need no tarot
Cards to be read, I reads
About niggas like you daily, obituary
Dead weight, my head straight
My bitch is very
Steadfast, that wet ass, ki daddy marry
Float through your city like I'm in a ferry
Took the 7-60 off it, put 8 o'clock on it
Eight-Double Dot-Double Zero add four more
You know the time with my earlobes
Niggas is mad, niggas is
Last, niggas is fake, niggas is late
Niggas need to be in the lake
The bottom of it
Fuck you buck in new brick boots
With a burgundy wet suit for
Thinking you death proof, pussy