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

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they said I 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?)
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 my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas can't hurt me
Better and observe me
And how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
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 she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I give you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
That new (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some that wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my team too
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 Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along little ass hits
Read my rap nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
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 why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All need 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, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some chicks wanna play
And be on my way, listen