*featuring Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek
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[Jay-Z]
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Nah motherfucker
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Ge-ge-geah-geah
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Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
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Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Beanie Sigel]
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We be the R,O,C.. y'all get your dope from us
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We runs the R,O,C.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon
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Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin
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Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin
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Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin
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nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin
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You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick
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but when the 4's grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit
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Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick
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All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit
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It's B Sig dog, straight in da league y'all
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Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y'all
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Now school's out, lights out tools out
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You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route
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while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho'
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to get next to your new dough
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Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot
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niggaz know I spit on every track hot
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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It's the R, O, C, stop
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From Tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop
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R,O,C, stop
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We shower your mom block and move out with glocks
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's
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Yo yo
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Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes
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niggaz who get dough rep for get lo
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I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)
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eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight
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I'm hot son
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[Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke
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You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke
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M to the A to the R-C-Y duke
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niggaz die here can't nothin revive you
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I'm still here niggaz see what I drive through
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Sittin on dubs with screens inside too
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I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek
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Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep
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On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's
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Catch me not givin a fuck I'm on these LA Trees
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One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and
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Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man
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[Chorus]
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
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And Mac with this mac..
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and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
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Where your apartment at
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You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
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or where you be.. creepin at
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Where your birds be.. shh
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Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I'm hurtin that
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Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose
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That's, some freestyle shit, I don't know
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Hey playboy take that back a bit
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Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
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and Mac with this mac..
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and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
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Where your apartment at
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You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
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or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at
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Where your birds be, cheepin at
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Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that
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Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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R,O,C, stop
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R,O,C.. mom block and move out with glocks
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Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh
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Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us
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Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us
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Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us
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Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us [*fades out*]
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The R.O.C.
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| Jay-Z |
