Pop 4 Roc Lyrics - Amil

Alright yeah 

Would ya love me? Alright 

Would ya hate me? Watch this yo 

I know ya love me, alright 

I know ya hate me, Clue 

Would ya love me? Brand new Duro 

Would ya hate me? I know ya love me 

Feel this yo 

See me comin' through hair done just a slinging my shit 

With something Gucci on clinging to my hips frontin' 

With the Star Tech ringing in the whip icy ears, neck 

Fingers for years got the show wild with the toes out 

Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga, I rock Prada, Chanel 

And Fendi nigga, what I'ma do with your little blunts 

And Henney nigga? I'ma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley 

Nigga my niggas will ride for me, you should see all the things 

They buy for me, it's obvious how I spend my time around ballers 

All day don't have to spend a dime, callin' up room service when 

It's dinner time get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga 

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop 

Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top 

I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc 

I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit locked 

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop 

Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top 

I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc 

I know ya hate me and you know we got shit locked 

We gon' stop this here get this clear the general of the Roc in here 

Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year, keep the ego 

We been bound to the top ya hear forget about it you don't know me 

Yo stop the stares I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers 

You know how I do six coup, top be clear, you know how 

I play low layer Roc-A-Wear catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon 

In the pie, y'all from whom to buy, y'all niggas know if y'all cross 

Mac y'all soon to die 'cuz you know I bring heat like June and July 

Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay 

Feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh 'cuz y'all work hard at this shit 

Think about yo I just started this shit, just imagine if I put my heart 

In this shit scary sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo 

I barely write but every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nike's 

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop 

Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top 

I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc 

I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit locked 

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop 

Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top 

I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc 

I know ya hate me and you know we got shit locked 

Yo, yo, well I'm gold now, Memph Man coming of age 

And I'm grown now sittin' on chrome now, I'm the youngest gun 

I get it on with anyone, I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 

Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen, bring 'em back to the streets 

Like a brick on consignment interlining of the Mark Buchanan 

Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding 

We don't engage in war we elope orange juice style 

Beat niggas to a pulp we broke nigga you just told 

3 jokes me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things 

See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range 

Mines platinum his Champagne, niggas whisper 'cuz 

If they talk they gets slain, y'all's was looking for me 

On the charts the bricks came, left the same night 

In the morning the chicks came I just use rap to put 

Shit in my name the death's just a matter of time the 

Hit's been arranged contracts signed the shits in your 

Name, just to lame rap niggas I'm the king mother fuck 

The ring mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all 

I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla 

Hit me with an eighth of raw and when I get on top 

I'ma blaze all y'all keep 'em laced some more I know you 

Want some things I drink a lot of water mami come clean 

Chicks I pump her then dump her cars we got 'em bumper 

To bumper rap niggas y'all days are numbered, nobody 

Drop nothin' next summer, yeah 

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop 

Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top 

I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc 

I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit locked 

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop 

Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top 

I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc 

I know ya hate me and you know we got shit locked 

Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O, you heard me 

You are about to witness a dynasty like no other 

Beanie Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC 

Memph Bleek, Young God 

Jigga Man, get your mind right niggas