[Kurupt] Daz [Jay-Z] to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt Gotti Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga,
[Kurupt Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so you see the D-O double G sneak creep low
In the memory of the B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
*sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass so you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low
Young Hova in the house, world hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
.. hold up You know Jigga Man resum, up drugs round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will Out the blue steel barrel get ya killed Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun like AC R-O-C (With the nigga!!)
Hold up (hah) a minute and All my get (get what?) gangsta with it
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, ya with the pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin
Deep in and out, out gold D cut with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the MOTHERFUCKER tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a so quick Saddam Niastra, y'all done in the mud and about to feel from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever a so clean like a brand new nina My Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Butt naked bitches and pop The popular scholar, this is the with the hollow tips soarin, wheels spinnin Never you ever seen a G like me Rollin with the Roc, straight
Don't change the for these hoes who plays the like we supposed
[Jay] That nigga Daz in the [Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc
Don't change the game for these who plays the like we supposed
[Jay] Young in the house
Two-shotty, to catch a body So put a dick in ya mouth, ya
Don't change the game for these who the game like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, world wide R-O-C, motherfuckers..
still talkin through the voice of I For Tupac they yellin Not a Blood or a Crip but I put on the strip Put dubs on the whip, got bigger than the fuzz on my hip, cock let it rip Won't stop that 'til the clip's gone (click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not you got a vest on all I'm aimin is teflon
[Jay-Z and I'm psycho, like no, other And rifle, right for your head motherfucker
Young Hova in da house [Daz] get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga me how that sound
[Daz Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz Blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya What up? Man, my nigga Kurupt Laid actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt No as we bust, let you feel the dust Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, to the bone All alone, ya neighborhood high exhaust High stylin, profilin, y'all comin me In actuality fake the technicality Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella my family On site niggaz died for they We the gang and we walk we talk And we and we do what we do after dark Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia {*Now feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*}
Don't change the game for these who the game like we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Uh-huh, sick Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo'
Sigel, two Desert hit you niggaz up quick Got 'em diggin ditches up Got you spittin up cause I'm sick Gettin up slow from hits the fifth Let a row go from the clip Shit, sit a down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch You see light you takin a trip Five hours, spill a clip and the hammer dance I'll holla, you holla in the ambulance STOP ... it's the Roc R-O-C With the on ya block Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see trees No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe
[Memphis Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop the R-O-C, geah who forgot You never thought Bleek walk on a track Hit a switch in a 6-4 before Down on Sunset I run sets, I does look at me and be like damn I was that I'm "The Understanding" my peeps, fuck foes Got a house in the back with a and dough Get cha mind right nigga you mention me Your click ain't too thorough to we Don't matter who we collab' with, it's a classic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could traffic Who rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump me? You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) in L.A. With my W and E up nigga, who play?
[Kurupt Psycho, like no, nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak low
I will not,