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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 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?)
and Sparks 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 hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and
Now understands we be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't me
watch and observe me
And how to earn 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 back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club 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 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 right in my (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in (uh huh)
A wan' flip 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 need is a lawyer
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
Can't even steal on a nigga sue
In time 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 one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club 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 that play
And be on my way

The too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got 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 along little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I 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 fuckin' wit'
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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