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the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is (check)
My is low (check)
My Rocawear is incredible

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, they 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 of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I 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 candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
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 to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
G-A livewire nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
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

now
All I need in this o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little I call 'er Peggy 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 reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick to the script
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a real to do
When I'm 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)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

The too long, my team too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams 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 fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any given Sunday gunplay's
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital at MASH for months
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And scot free 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)
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 pocket o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way, listen