*featuring Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek
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[Jay-Z]
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Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
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Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
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Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
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It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?
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Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
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Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
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Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
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Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
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Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
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Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
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Oh please feel us - we heat holders
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Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
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The plot thickens, the block clickin
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We got the game tied up, stop trippin
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Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
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Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
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Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
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The fire I spit burn down Happyland
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Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
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Non-social, gone postal
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Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
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like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
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I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
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Don't make me take it to the old school
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I put holes through your hoes too
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through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
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Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
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Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
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Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
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It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
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Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
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You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
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I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
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No obituary, I get it critical
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You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
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When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
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When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards
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Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
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Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon
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Spit acid, c'mon
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Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
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Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
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Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
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Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
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You can dream hard but reality is
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we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
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puff the green raw, we as real as it get
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We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
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Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
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Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
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Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap
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[Beanie Sigel]
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R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
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From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
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Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
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Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
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Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
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Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
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Competition, linin 'em up
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Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up
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You want, drama what? Well silence it up
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Since a young buck, violent as fuck
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Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid
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I send niggaz to the trauma unit
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Forty-five or the nine'll do it
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I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!
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Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
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when they motherfuckin peeps hit
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But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un
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I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
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Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all
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Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right
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[Amil]
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Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
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Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
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Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
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get away no you can't can't I surrendi?
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And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
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In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di
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[Jay-Z]
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Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
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Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh
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You, Me, Him And Her
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