[Intro: Jay-Z]
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Ha! Yeah, welcome the newest addition to the Roc
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M.O.P. (BK!) Yes, yessss
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Most unstoppable record label on the planet
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(Get the fuck up nigga) R.O.C., The Dynasty
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Yessssss
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[Lil' Fame]
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It's the M.O.P. "Calm Down" First La Familia
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Bang it out with the R.O.Cafe
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Air La Familia - get famil-iar
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Pop him pop him and drop him drop him until he drown
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We are, beyond, phenomenon, from Brook-Nam
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First niggaz to make hip-hop her-on
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Like a song featuring 'Pac, Biggie and The Pope
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But my name is on the Walk of Fame like Bob Hope
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Baby pah, I am the two-thousand and Dre say
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CRAZY, baby Malik, dub-oh-izzm, izzay
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She came you faggots (send 'em out)
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with a semi, and loop to 'matic like, FOOM
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Then hop in the truck
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like what the fi-dduck, sounds bump like
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BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
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It's the First Fam, laugh at y'all nigga, home peace
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[Memphis Bleek]
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And I'm thee, M-E, fresh out of the start
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M-B 'til I dizzie, high when I re-side
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I pop, pop, pop; nigga go against the Roc
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I'll make his heartbeat stop
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Them from Saratoga, me from Far Rockaway
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Moved up in Marcy but never put the glock away
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I reps, my, set
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Shit I'm no Blood or Cuz, I make cuz lose blood
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Talk anything, I pop it fast
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Talk about clothes I done popped some tags
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Talk about dram', I done popped the gat
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You can talk about hoes I done popped them pads
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Like G to get up in it, let my niggaz live a minute
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Let you niggaz breathe a minute now you can't sleep a minute
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Cause it's easy, dawg, back in this bitch
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No peace talk nigga, it's on in this bitch
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Well it's the S, T, A-T-E
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P-R-O-P, E-R
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T, Y, State Property nigga
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We knockin nigga, ain't no stoppin nigga
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First a S.P. flick then the S.P. stitched it
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Must admit, since a playpen gifted
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And ain't no tellin what the car tune net gross
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You characters like Cartoon Network
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Nigga what you dumb high? I wring your neck like Spongebob
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Go get your sets dripped cause son dry
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Nigga get your crumb snatched, I ain't dumb keep the M-1
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with the fully matty thug latch, get a lung 'laxed
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Yes Crack, the official shit is back
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Who else can rep the heartbeat whistles of a Mac
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like brrack, brrack, brrack, be in the street
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like a pistol in the pack, in position with the gat
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[Billy Danze]
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Uhh! Beans, give me that thang, shit is lookin strange
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These young motherfuckers think it's a game
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(Shorty hide ya chain) I'm on tour, I sold shit
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that hang from a rope when I spit it's goin through 'em
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Now that's whassup; I don't give a fuck
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about what set you throwin up - I'm from the 'Ville
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where we fire, fire, fire
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With intention to kill and burn down yo' entire empire f'real
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The word on the street, you're sweet
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The toughest shit in your ruggedest song is the beat
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You irrelevant ass nigga
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You pro-fessional, bi-sexual, dilettante ass nigga
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(Get ready to blast nigga) If not, take flight
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Say M.O., think O, and get it right
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Cause when the "Warriorz" come through, you're low
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See me B-I-double-L-Y D-A-N-Z-ini I'm gone
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[Jay-Z: repeat 2X]
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It's the R-O-C Cafe, y'knahmean?
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M.O.P., Billy Danze, you slept, y'knahmean?
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Memph Bleek, Young and Mack, y'knahmean?
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Get back, y'knahmean? Get clapped, y'knahmean?
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[Outro: Jay-Z]
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Crack! Young! Gunz! Geah!
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(And the question is) {That's it that's all}
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You gotta love it
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(What exactly) It's the O.G.
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(Did you niggaz expect?) Young
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Ride out, ride out (Fitzroy)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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[fades out]
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Roc La Familia
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| M.O.P. |
