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the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (check)
My is low (check)
My is fittin' incredible

it
I guess I got my swagger
Mama, said I killed a man
I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The industry can hate me I thugged my way through
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 niggas can't hurt me
Better 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
G-A livewire nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
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
When I'm off in the she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' gotta reach for my bitch
act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal 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 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 day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

The too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Beamen [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas it like 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 Zab quick
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no
No law or why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

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