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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 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. to M-Easy (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 chick that a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't me
Better watch and me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set to your empire
I smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (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 little two-two I call 'er Sue
When I'm off in the 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 I could give 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 comin' 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 the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (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 chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

The too long, my team 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, ya'll fiends are (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday optional
However niggas want it like II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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 o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way, listen