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

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

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 and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that 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 two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit 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 nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I you knew
even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In time and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real niggas fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

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

The too long, my team 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, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday gunplay's
However niggas want it like Soul II (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
hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you get buried in the trunk
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit'
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

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