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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 back
Mama, said 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?)
Oschino and Sparks and (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
Better and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga back

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 full o' (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 two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to too, I thought you knew
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the number one
R to the O to the C comin'

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

The cream too long, my team too
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the 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 throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen
Any given Sunday gunplay's
However niggas it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the lookin' at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (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 pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way, listen