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the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (check)
My is low (check)
My is fittin' incredible

it
I guess I got my swagger
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?)
and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Like and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we be stopped
From Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young ya'll can't hurt me
Better and observe me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
G-A livewire nigga holla back

All I
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Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (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 wanna
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 right in my (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, in case (uh huh)
A wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' stick to the script
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's foul nowadays 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 surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real niggas don't fret cause the number one
R to the O to the C true

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

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday gunplay's
niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
ya bumba' got A-Rod 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 dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
We've got no
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll need is the baby

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