P.D. Roll ’Em lyrics

[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 n*gga, 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
f*ck your posse, it's time for the coroner
Don't f*ck with the Park n*ggas swarm
More n*ggas 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 n*gga flags you down keep going
Don't stop and sell your soul
You'll f*ck 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 bast*rd, to see if he can last it
9 times out of 10 he can't
That's just one more n*gga in the paint
You see when I go to work, I hit a muthaf*cka where it hurts
Starting off at his home site
And f*ck up a n*gga'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, c*ck 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
sh*t just ain't what it used to be
I'm stepping back on my old block
The finest b*tch in the hood smoking crack rock
Even the n*ggas I was raised with
Are walking around in a daze and sh*t
(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 n*gga
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
sh*t, to be got, you gotta go out and get it
Like my n*gga doing time in the trunks
Now that was a down muthaf*cka
A couple of keys, my n*gga stole 'em
Straight up f*cking 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 f*ck who fell short to be a victim
You or your family, bro
Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D. rolled