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

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they I killed a man
Well I guess I got the back
the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and
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 ya'll hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, 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)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I need in this o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (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' 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 thought you
Can't even steal on a nigga 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 cause the one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (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 full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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 full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some that wanna play
And I'll be on my way,