Cam'Ron - The ROC Lyrics
[Memphis Bleek]Yeah...yeah, nigga...Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard?It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA!My break I'm fresh off itI never change, I'm stuck in these waysNike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)But I'm-a do it for my enemiesThey wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa beNow what that sound like?Plus they know what a clip get down likeTurn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peelsCuz u *****in' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steelI live this way it's real...dog...no jokeBlow smoke in ya ***** face, piss in ya wheelsSlap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the stripStick ya connect, yap ya *****So let it be known I'm back for my grizzleyThe Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it clickSo run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dogM-Easy, won't leave, my hood need mePop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?We all criminals but live like a diplomatWe get low, when the dough low, get it back[Beanie Sigel]Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaandHow I could just kill a man for Killa CamMe and my Roc killa fam, top billers manWe run the spot, drop ceilings fam...Hit the wall drop ceiling fansListen boar, man I show you how to fill a van...Up with killers manAnd line the trunkKeep a stash box for the nine and the pumpThe coach walk you through and he grind you upWhat-chu want the dope or the weed?How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fastAnd keep a wack that'll gag ya backBlock style from ya swagger, ya swacksIt's the Broad Street Bully *****I bully niggaz on the broadest streetsI house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK!Know my rules when the barrel get hotWhen the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear...Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!)Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!)Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved itSouth Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILLOn the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel...[Cam'ron](Killa! Killa!)Go 'head stupid niggaz go ***** wit' them chicksI'm the third little piggy, I'm-a ***** wit' them bricksBetter yet the bakery I got pies and cakesNigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000That to 100,000, in front-a housin'Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed inI'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'It's the top don, glock palm, dot comGet your shit rocked ma like Haseem RahmanAnd I'm extra scaryCEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I ***** wit' secretariesAll for information...it ain't necessaryThey in love like the 14th of FebruaryPlay 'em like April 1st right before I slide offIt could be March 2nd, sound like July 4thHalloween or Memorial DayAt your memorial be one year from todayAll y'all think it's peace and peachyI leave you reesy piecy, all my *****es rock...Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebiesHungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..."Calm down ma, easy easyTalk greasy, please me, get my man WeezyStill rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease meHe ain't no tease but measlyNot Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me...*scratches*You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z]Niggaz wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel]ROC-A-FELLAWhen the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z]*scratches*KILLA! [Cam'ron]*scratches*EASY!***** those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek]Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-aROC in this muh *scratches* muh-muh*****a... [Jay-Z]
