The Roc (just Fire) Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'ron

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 (uh?) 

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 

'cause u f**kin' 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 grizzley 

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 

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Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand 

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 (you ain't here!) 

Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here!) 

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Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause 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... 

(Killa! Killa!) 

Go 'head stupid niggaz go f**k wit' them chicks 

I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a f**k wit' them bricks 

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 

CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I f**k 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 Weezy 

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! 

F**k 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-muhf**ka...