Jay-Z - The R. O. C. Lyrics
[jay-z]Nah mother*****erGe-ge-geah-geahGeah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geahGeah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geahYeah, yeah, yeah[beanie sigel]We be the r,o,c .. yall get your dope from usWe runs the r,o,c.. yeah, keep up niggaz, cmonAiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthinLike you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthinLike you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthinNigga your body duckin is nuthin youre bluffinYou niggaz talk shit like you draw quickBut when the 4s grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshitYour man bullshit? might get him four quickAll up in his fore shit; cmon, stop the bullshitIts b sig dog, straight in da league yallStraight out da school yard hoover, I schooled yallNow schools out, lights out tools outYou fools out cmon yall pick a new routeWhile I pick the new flow, kick it to your new hoTo get next to your new doughYour new crack spot you know mac steal crack to crack potNiggaz know I spit on every track hot[chorus: repeat 2x]Its the r, o, c, stopFrom tower to manpop we move out the stopR,o,c, stopWe shower your mom block and move out with glocks[memphis bleek]Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my gsYo yoAiyyo, this for my gs, hoes, gangstas, foesNiggaz who get dough rep for get loI got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)Eights (eights) bank (bank) ***** act straightIm hot son[beans] stop son they livin a lie dukeYou plot son I pop one still in the sky dukeM to the a to the r-c-y dukeNiggaz die here cant nothin revive youIm still here niggaz see what I drive throughSittin on dubs with screens inside tooIm simply street, Im memphis bleekCatch me with them green jars in the tinted jeepOn, b-l-a-ds I get c-l-a-psCatch me not givin a ***** Im on these la treesOne for sigel sigel, two for the jigga andThree for amil-lion and four for memph man[chorus][beanie sigel]Aiyyo you shouldnt have been talkin that like you was walkin thatAnd mac with this mac ..And let off fifty shots where you be walkin atWhere your apartment atYou ***** around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often atOr where you be.. creepin atWhere your birds be.. shhOops mean (chirpin at) damn Im hurtin thatWorkin that spittin that shit like thats on purposeThats, some freestyle shit, I dont knowHey playboy take that back a bitYo you shouldnt have been talkin that like you was walkin thatAnd mac with this mac ..And let off fifty shots where you be walkin atWhere your apartment atYou ***** around have me creepin in the dark where you be often atOr where you be.. creepin at, sleepin atWhere your birds be, cheepin atOops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin thatHurtin that, aiyyo playboy (? ) that[chorus][outro]R,o,c, stopR,o,c.. mom block and move out with glocksUhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uhUh-huh-uh-uh, yall cant ***** with usUn-stop-pa-ble-roc, yall cant ***** with usUn-stop-pa-ble-roc, yall cant ***** with usUn-stop-pa-ble-roc, yall cant ***** with us {*fades out*}
