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Roll Call

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Roll Call was released on October 9, 2000 by Epic as a part of the album Warriorz

Song Details

Release DateOctober 9, 2000

LabelEpic

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM88

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

M.O.P.

Performer

Billy Danze

Vocals

Lil Fame

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Martin

Christopher Martin

Songwriter

Eric Murry

Songwriter

Gus Hawkins

Songwriter

Jamal Grinnage

Songwriter

Lawrence Hancock

Lawrence Hancock

Songwriter

Lee Lovett

Songwriter

Paul Stubblefield

Paul Stubblefield

Songwriter

Walter Winston

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Premier

Producer

Doug Guemes

Assistant Engineer

Eddie Sancho

Mixing Engineer

Rocklogic

Recording Engineer

Dexter Thibou

Assistant Engineer

Laze E Laze

Executive Producer

Tony Dawsey

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In the year 2000...

{m-o-p} still bangin

{firing squad!}

{the last generation...}

Hey, hey, hey, hey

All right let me brake it down one for time for you

You motherfuckers

Yo primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games

Fuck the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.

N-i-n-e, make **** m-i-a

And I spray a, it's fizzy womack truck

Bitch don't get in my way

Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace

Fight along with the shell aces

Holler if you hear me

I turn your head into a skeleton skull

And leave it hollow if you hear me

I keep it funky, understand me son

I rock my timb's untied, I don't plan to run

**** see lil' fame creep thru the back street

With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat

What the fuck is this? your van damme flick, that's cute

But I'm hear to fuck up your day do

Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo

I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, first family empire

Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, first family empire

Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call

Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?

B-i-double l-y-d-a-n-z-e (danze)

Back with a vengeance, listen mr. simmer

Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer

Y'all **** remember, 1-9-9-3 (m-o-p) what it's goin be

Just make it loud and clear

Come here ****, I can't hear ****

I'm deaf in one ear **** (yeah ****)

You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic

Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit

I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)

Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)

Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin

At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like

We burn pipes, it's over

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, first family empire

Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, first family empire

Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call

I rip ya body on a nagamichi system

**** feel me, I want my goons

Straight bumpin the tunes of makaveli

Headed to queens kid, bumpin some mean shit

Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit

(first fam) feel the premonition son

We heavy metal, what's your love? (ghetto prisoners)

Racka (bung-bung) racka (bung-bung) racka, motherfucker

Aiyo we live by the code of the streets

Move wit our peeps

Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep

I put my life on the line every step of the way

It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course

Okay, now that we establish that

**** where the fuck that money at

I know you got it, and I want it jack

Just give me half of that

Take the other half and get yourself another pack

And I'll be back for that

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, first family empire

Fizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call

International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer

Downtown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger

We here with the whole squad, first family empire

Bert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call

Written by: Christopher Martin, E. Murry, G. Hawkins, J. Grinnage, L. Hancock, L. Lovett, P. Stubblefield, W. Winston

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