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

it
I guess I got my swagger
Mama, they said I 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 hold a
Like and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't me
watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set fire to empire
I blow 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 club o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that 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 club she fit in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in (uh huh)
A clown flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the number one
R to the O to the C true

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

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is
niggas 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 Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em a little past six
Now run along little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you get buried in the trunk
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
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 o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day chicks that wanna play
And be on my way, listen