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the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is (check)
My is low (check)
My is fittin' 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 and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The whole industry can me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, rubber 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 o' duckets (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 day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I need in this o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little two-two I 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit in my shoe (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga 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 fret 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 full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you 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 lean 'em a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit'
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll need is the baby

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 and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And I'll be on my way,