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

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, said 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 and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The whole can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we underground kings, dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young ya'll can't hurt me
watch and observe 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
G-A livewire nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
chicks 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 call 'er Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my (wooo!)
switch 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 nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal 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)
Mean (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 wanna play
And be on my way

The too long, my team too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block 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 gunplay's optional
However niggas it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe of this rap shit
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you get buried in the trunk
When I the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the lookin' at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and on the steps
We've got no
No law or why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

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