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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 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 industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas can't hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set to your empire
I smoke in your 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)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I need in world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little two-two I 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit in my shoe (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's foul nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I you knew
even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

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

The too long, my team too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our
Got fiends throwin' up on themself Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll lean 'em a little past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
Shut ya got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at 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' wit'
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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