(Intro)
"We are all evil in some way form or another... Are we not?"


(Roll With The Heat Chorus)
Roll wicked deep and flow with street

my ghetto lifers roll with the heat
and blow with a sweet
and if I ever go six feet deep

I know where to cheat
up in the coffin flow with the beat
I'm on with no sleep

"they $#&@ing with me"

(Ese 40'z Verse One)

Spirits out the bottle, "Hate Proof" for the mixture
lyrics fully auto.... in the booth, while I twist a
blue berry chron crush, Vega cigarillo

and then I blow a cloud of smoke, so thick it's like a pillow
in the land where I dwell from, my sanity is seldom
black eleven letters, through the walls, is how we spelled um

they frantic on the ground and looking for a phone to dial on
we sprayed up walls and bricks, like a can of $#&@ing "Krylon"
I die strong, making sure these lyrics felt on my song

cheating even death up out the coffin, never fly wrong
paranoia running deep, most people think I'm cynical
and trust no $#&@in creep up in the streets, I'm flaggin indigo

my clothes be black and blues and never flamin like torches
I'm stomping black swoosh, white shoes... in my nike cortez


(Roll With The Heat Chorus)
Roll wicked deep and flow with street
my ghetto lifers roll with the heat

and blow with a sweet
and if I ever go six feet deep
I know where to cheat

up in the coffin flow with the beat
I'm on with no sleep
"they $#&@ing with me"


(Roll With The Heat Chorus 2)
Rollin down the block with a fully a loaded heata

Who the $#&@ wanna try me?
Rollin down the block with a fully loaded heata
Who the $#&@ wanna try me?

(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
Them gangstas rollin up, with the heat tucked
fate finna seal that street street luck

droppin motha$#&@as at the gate and made um greet buck
shot... through the chest, talking bout they got they nines @@#!ed
51-50 blitz when I'm out that skitz... and the $#&@in spines drop

kickin up rival dust, where the rifles bust, homicidal rush
no revival trust... and survival must, sent a vital crush, to my rivals flushed
up out the wood work, when them balas rain

livin that vida mala fame
running up with that payback, in this business that they call a game


(Roll With The Heat Chorus)
Roll wicked deep and flow with street
my ghetto lifers roll with the heat

and blow with a sweet
and if I ever go six feet deep
I know where to cheat

up in the coffin flow with the beat
I'm on with no sleep
"they $#&@ing with me"


(Verse Three)
Comin out five O five, wit a vengaence

better go hide, when I ride with no penance
ghettofied slums, getting high with defandants
ready to dump... and do or die on the sentence

I'm that "Caurenton" fo sho, F-O-R-T-Y... drop to the Oh
Z... on the on the motha$#&@in beat
rolling with another heat

fin uh put that glock to the skull we
$#&@ing with that desert land
t-town new mex, no pleasure plan
better get it right, when you measure and
pull em out another ace, for uh better hand


(Roll With The Heat Chorus 2)
Rollin down the block with a fully a loaded heata
Who the $#&@ wanna try me?
Rollin down the block with a fully loaded heata

Who the $#&@ wanna try me?
Rollin down the block with a fully loaded heata
Who the $#&@ wanna try?

(Roll With The Heat Chorus 2X)

Roll wicked deep and flow with street
my ghetto lifers roll with the heat
and blow with a sweet
and if I ever go six feet deep
I know where to cheat

up in the coffin flow with the beat
I'm on with no sleep
"they $#&@ing with me"

(Ese 40'z Verse Three)
Roll with the heat, never aim low

hit em in the street, perfect angle
the angel... of death's about to dance
where the bullets tango
no names though
"I'm Twice As Right"
come on down, like a wicked game show
hit em up with that bright, when I pull that light

and there really ain't no
method to my madness, thoughts are turning off of nerve shock
20-12 get that cabbage, drunken deadly habits
like on third block
they'd swerve up, with a mean mug face... and now they think they murduh
but my whole click pull out with a "Pop-Pop" make um wet they dirt up