The R.o.c. Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay-z

Jay-Z F/ Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek 

Miscellaneous 

The R.O.C. 

[Jay-Z] 

Nah motherfucker 

Ge-ge-geah-geah 

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah 

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Beanie Sigel] 

We be the R, O, C . y'all get your dope from us 

We runs the R, O, C. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon 

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Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin 

Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin 

Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin 

nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin 

You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick 

but when the 4's grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit 

Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick 

All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit 

It's B Sig dog, straight in da league y'all 

Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y'all 

Now school's out, lights out tools out 

You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route 

while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho' 

to get next to your new dough 

Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot 

niggaz know I spit on every track hot 

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

It's the R, O, C, stop 

From Tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop 

R, O, C, stop 

We shower your mom block and move out with glocks 

[Memphis Bleek] 

Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's 

Yo yo 

Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes 

niggaz who get dough rep for get lo 

I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks) 

eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight 

I'm hot son 

[Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke 

You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke 

M to the A to the R-C-Y duke 

niggaz die here can't nothin revive you 

I'm still here niggaz see what I drive through 

Sittin on dubs with screens inside too 

I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek 

Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep 

On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's 

Catch me not givin a fuck I'm on these LA Trees 

One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and 

Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man 

[Chorus] 

[Beanie Sigel] 

Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that 

And Mac with this mac . 

and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at 

Where your apartment at 

You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at 

or where you be. creepin at 

Where your birds be. shh 

Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I'm hurtin that 

Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose 

That's, some freestyle shit, I don't know 

Hey playboy take that back a bit 

Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that 

and Mac with this mac . 

and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at 

Where your apartment at 

You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at 

or where you be. creepin at, sleepin at 

Where your birds be, cheepin at 

Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that 

Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that 

[Chorus] 

[Outro] 

R, O, C, stop 

R, O, C. mom block and move out with glocks 

Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh 

Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us 

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us 

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us 

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us {*fades out*}