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

it
I I got my swagger 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?)
Oschino and Sparks and (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Meth 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
watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set fire to your
I smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga back

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 doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I in this world 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 she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could give you a (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga to the script
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I you knew
even 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 comin'

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 pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some 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, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital at MASH for months
I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
got no respect
No law or why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All need is the R-O-C baby

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