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

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

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (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 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, in case (uh huh)
A wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul nowadays everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a real to do
When I'm surrounded by muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret the number 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 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 wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my 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 Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot 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 need is the R-O-C

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 doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks wanna play
And be on my way, listen