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

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they I killed a man
Well I I got the dagger back
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young ya'll can't hurt me
watch and observe me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set to your empire
I blow smoke in face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga holla

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A day some 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 two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my
Wanna act out a movie I could give you a (buk!)
But no adlibbin' stick to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (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

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll lean 'em like a past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple 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 wanna play
And I'll be on my way,