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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
Well I I got the dagger back
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 chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas can't hurt me
Better and observe me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to 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)
bucket (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

now
All I in this world 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 in my shoe (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my
Wanna act out a I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
Can't even steal on a nigga sue
In this and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the number one
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 that play
And be on my way

The too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is
niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any given Sunday optional
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll lean 'em a little past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital lookin' at MASH for
Then I dumps dough on the D.A.
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
We've got no
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit'
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All need is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (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 some chicks wanna play
And be on my way, listen