The Roc (Just Fire) [feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Sigel]

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 it I never change I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs sweats and Taurus But I'm a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like? Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it peels 'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel I live this way it's real dog no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch So let it be known I'm back for my grizzly The sergeant, the cap, the mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog M easy won't leave my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy who don't believe me? We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low when the dough low get it back Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man for killa cam Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van Up with killers man and line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What 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 fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the broad street bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets I house niggaz on the narrowest block Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear Man I be hearin' you murder Nobody hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin' Nobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill On the really real 'Fore I make you niggaz feel this steel Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them pricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100, 000, in front a housin' Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra scary CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries All for information it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches rock Christian Dior, BCBG 'Round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me" Calm down ma, easy, easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man wheezy Still rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not doggy's angels killa please believe me You now rollin' with them thugs from the R O C Niggaz wanna despise the team Roc a fella When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin Killa easy Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc in this muh muh muhfucka