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 motherf*cker 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 b*tch off with "f*ck you" from the giddy up
Big Bun Beeda back b*tch f*cking your city up
I'm that big dog to you little itty bitty mutts
You silly pup, your b*tch 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, b*tch I'm been on some next sh*t
See, I'm from Texas and the fact is undeniable
That most rap n*ggas ain't reliable and non-viable
I see it from a mile away, the sh*t 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 motherf*ckin' mission
And it's still Trill-f*cking-statik 2, b*tch, 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
f*ck a loss, sh*t, I'm in a field until my bag fill up
A sniper too, I'm like the wig store the way I bag b*tches
I'm the truth, you can't compare me to none of these trash n*ggas
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 sh*t like Dirk when he had Nash with him
You n*ggas tough, yeah, that's cool but it's a bad decision
You play with Pro, b*tch 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 n*ggas
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