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the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is (check)
My is low (check)
My Rocawear is incredible

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they said I a man
Well I guess I got the dagger
the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the of my crew
The whole industry can me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I hi to 30 (what up?)
niggas ya'll can't hurt me
Better and observe me
And how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
Couple by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

now
All I need in this o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays saw you
And they comin' to court too, I you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by muhfuckas like you
But real don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my team too
Bleek is too hot, is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any given gunplay's optional
However want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A.
And flee scot and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All need is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some that wanna play
And I'll be on my way,