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

it
I guess I got my 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. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and (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 that hold a jammy
Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been focused since I hi to 30 (what up?)
niggas ya'll can't hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set fire to empire
I blow 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)
Armadale in the couple 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 sunny day some chicks that wanna
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!)
Gotta her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip 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 high-priced
Cuz it's foul ways everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But niggas don't fret cause 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 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 that wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
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
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em a little past six
Now run along little ass hits
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the lookin' at MASH for months
I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
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, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
And I'll be on my way,