Lyrics:
love.
Check it, let's go
Young Hov y'all know when the flow is loco,
Young B and the R-O-C, uh oh, (oh)
Ol' G, big homie, the one and only,
Stick
flow like Bleek, think, no other
Who rhyme like Sigel, dog, no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twins desert eagle no other
A yo we outshining niggas, two
lazy, am I the only fool ?
Hell yeah maybe you a roc n rolla
Hey, hey maybe I should of been coldah
Ditch that wish and sell your soul
Is
Uh, uh-huh
Amil-lion, yeah, Roc-a-fella (oh)
What? Uh
Uh-huh (oh yeah)
(Oh)
I got that
(Beyoncé, Trackmasters) uh-huh, yo, yo
I make niggas
Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick,
heard?
Amillion ya heard?
Roc-a-fella ya heard?
The dynasty let's go
All my ladies (that's right)
You pop Cris'? (That's right)
You a hot bitch?
It's the Dynasty niggas, as promised
The world's most infamous
Roc-a-fella Records
This is Roc La Familia
It's Young Hova, Beanie Sigel, Memphis
in place
If the record sound +Just+ get the +Blaze+, nigga
Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
The ROC get hot, let 'em scream "It's
hittin', the bass kept pumpin'
Nobody was sittin', 'X' got the whole club jumpin'
It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida
Tearin' it up, yeah,
hittin', the bass kept pumpin'
Nobody was sittin', 'X' got the whole club jumpin'
It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida
Tearin' it up, yeah,
(Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches)
Ha ha
(Uh, huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique)
(Nigga don't watch me better
arsenic
Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you want to see me wasted
You call the order, I'll be in hell
Team Roc sweater and ice
watch me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique
Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches
I stay sick wit'
Each [unverified]
a man)
Roc Nation brunch, dappin' Dapper Dan (Dapper Dan)
Niggas go missing when I'm done with the shit (ah)
The kitchen keep beggin' me to bag up grams
records
In Ibiza eatin' paella on the roof, tryna choose over breakfast
Hov wasn't with the biddin' war, but I knew the Roc just felt right
When I saw
Hey yo this tha biggest colibration in mutha fuckin
Rap history we got young gunz , hype-d , bun be , magic ,
Hey yo R.O.C. In tha mutha fuckin
Hey yo this tha biggest colibration in mutha fuckin
Rap history we got young gunz , hype-d , bun be , magic ,
Hey yo R.O.C. In tha mutha fuckin
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
keep a Prada box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in
thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine
Open it cut
Pouring it up
Rolling it up
Holing it up
Aint her ass swollen or what?
Yes sir yes sir
Oh we gonna take it
Pitchin' the ROC like I'm Ty-Ty
Mixin' the soda like hair dye
Twist up some dirty, my nigga, let's twist up some dirty
This for my young nigga grindin',
the "Moulin Rouge"
I think I might wife her
Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang
paddle
Niggas trying to walk with my shadow
Bought a bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rebel
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young nigga
to acquire I got
Any gun you say, you fired, I shot Any type of paraphernalia, I am the seller
I guess you're sayin' that's how I started Roc-A-Fella,
Feds all
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