Lyrics:
a city, hit a town, hit a state (Yeah)
Every ghetto every hood we there
Heavy metal in a Roc-A-Wear
I been there every ghetto all around the world
Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's,
it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like Tina
And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride
Ch
Down in my area, chk a chk uh real shit nigga uh
It's the ROC
Yeah, Free yeah uh feel me
Pa pause
Yo yo
I was born in West but migrated to North
a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes, the ROC gets down, you
im MoneyGang Ent
Trues on my ass A1's the compliment
You see me on the street now ain't I stuntin
The bitches say roc you kno u be hurtin nem
Feans say
buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin’ that J
'Cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep
Nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I’m in it as you see
Tell
the truth, when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
Black Friday management, and Roc's the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal
the truth, when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
Black Friday management, and Roc's the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal
Before we clean their clocks.
R-O-C? -- yep.
I spit sick rhymes, my styles
Better den yours, times ten.
I rhyme couple time, I punish you in line,
a pot, fluffin the crack
Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs
Doin life on the Roc ain't nothin fuckin with that
Me, jail, dog, you can
Courtesy of me, Roc
Baby what's good?
Video chat again
You look cute
I miss you, is that your friend?
Tell her my boy said wassup (wassup)
He's standing
mellow)
Too many snitched on me, DA acapella
(Ah, acapella)
Griselda Records, wе the new Roc-A-Fella
(Wе the new Roc-A-Fella, ah)
Extendo on the 40 but I
Yeah, yeah
Super Iz
Got D-Roc on beats
Another one, we on another one (Another one)
I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the buildin'
it won't go like that
Y'all be talking murder on the phone, I don't know 'bout that
New FN, this a 5-7, you don't know 'bout that
Savemoney, Roc
a manual (uh-huh)
Caught the Roc, the sack came, now I'm tryna scramble
Underdog like the paws on a cocker spaniel
I was twenty-one or so when I got my
Come on, come on
Come on, it's the ROC nigga
Yo, yo
Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run with thugs
Show no love and my guns bust
And I got
a whole round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc
As I glance
And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get
Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label property's
The crew that I'm reppin', two in
it, say what? Let it bang
Holdin' it down
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off, let it bang
Roc-O, oh, Roc-O, nigga nigga, let it bang
of the Porsh
Stop at your block, make it like Nas
I make feends holler at moms
Philly niggas that'll dap the crime
Chilly niggas since we linked with Roc
You
eh
Roc-A-Fella the crew, you know we do it like that
Niggas get immitators, but you ain't quite like that
Throw one hand in the air if it's like
the cars outside you can tell we there
When the bar's sold out and ain't no Belvedere
No crowd control and the cops is scared
You know, the, the Roc
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