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

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, said I killed a man
I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
Better and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set fire to empire
I blow in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga back

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

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

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

The too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
niggas 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 up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital at MASH for months
I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit'
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way,