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

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they I killed a man
Well I guess I got the dagger
the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and (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 Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas can't hurt me
watch 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
Double G-A livewire holla back

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 full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some 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 two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip reach for my bitch
act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
Can't even steal on a nigga sue
In this time and age, what's a muhfucka to do
I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (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 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
niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday gunplay's
However niggas want it like II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Mutumbo of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the lookin' at MASH for months
I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll need is the baby

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