50 Cent - Roll That Shit

[Intro:]
 "I really hate havin to resort
 To knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
 But I'll do it! I'll do it!
 Yea, you know I'll do it
 I'll do it, I'll do it
 Yea, you know I'll do it
 I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"
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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
 I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
 (Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)
 I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}
 (Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)
 I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
 (I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)
 I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit
 (That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)
 My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
 It's hot, I'm checkin my AP
 If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll
 Nigga you must be crazy
 I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...
 I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...

[50 Cent:]
 Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
 Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
 Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
 Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
 Kush smoke same color to match that coat
 I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
 Dom poppin, party rockin
 My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
 My feds clockin my shit
 Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
 Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
 Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
 Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
 Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
 This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
 That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
 Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
 I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
 I'm a match that deal with my hat
 They said I fell off, I snapped right back
 Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
 Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
 Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
 Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke

[Chorus]

[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):]
 HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
 Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
 Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
 They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
 Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
 I got change, dollars and lil' cents
 I got rich, they ain't seen me since
 Now it's all startin to make sense
 I pull up in that brand new Benz
 All of a sudden I got brand new friends
 Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
 BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
 (I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
 I forgot she was in my bed
 (I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
 Damn! I blew through all my bread
 That Lambo ain't got no top
 Man I'm hotter than stove top
 Rider Gang, we on top
 And we havin a smoke-out
 Eyes low but I'm so high
 Don't ask me, I don't know why
 I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
 If I don't pass the shit don't task for shit, HUH!

[Chorus]