[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme`, puffin on a blunt
All I know is my shit better bump
What? La la la la la-la la lahhhh (yo, yo)
[Verse One: Memphis Bleek]
{Memph` Bleek always smokin that +La La La+} You right
Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell `em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas`
Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets
But, I dare a nigga act all crazy
The Tec`ll tear his back all crazy
And you know I stay bent off the Arme`
Regardless if solo or I`m deep with my army
I rep, straight from the jacked M-P
If I put the Tec up I gotta tote the D.E
But wait! You know I`m ridin with Sauce
And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report
Dawg, I`m from the street, from the best I`m taught
I`ll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost
Got a couple of my killers who stand by
And I`m G-Force stat` nigga, never fly stand-by
[Hook: Jay-Z samples]
It`s the R.O.C. Cafe - ya mean?
Memph` Bleek, Young and Mack - ya mean?
Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?
Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Beanie Sigel]
Mack keep the weapon drawn, see you niggaz that rat
And keep them dresses on; it`s gettin outta hand
Niggaz takin a stand, pickin out they man
Liftin they right hand and snitch on they right-hand
What`s behind that shit? You both push bricks
But you gon` make a statement, and sign that shit?
After that anything goes - the kids crack the bridge of they nose
I stand, react and live out in the cold
I`d rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake, rat or a bitch
I hate a D, but I know I`m a prick (uhh)
You fuckin lames in the game actin sweet, never came from the streets
Type to get locked and change your name to Shareef
It`s fucked up when your team got a bitch on it
With bench warmers, you got bench warrants
Detective got a Tec with two prints on it
But you the only one who get arrested, and pinched for it
[Hook] + [Chorus]
[Interlude]
I kinda wanna make an announcement
I`m not sure if it`s too early but fuck it I`ma do it anyway
Joe Budden is officially on Roc-A-Fella
Holla back
[Verse Three: Joe Budden]
Oh oh, get familiar whattup!
Who you gon` tell boy, caked up, spend it well boy (ohh)
Talkin `bout big faces like Hellboy (ohh)
Oh well, still get compared to rappers
hangin onto another rapper coattail (nah)
Keep the punches, I`d rather get substance
Good knowin they get it from Budden
Good knowin they jackin from the guy (tell him) use his own style
Hang `em and nail him down like The Passion of the Christ now
That gray thing I`m in
A red stripe is spaced like the 18 van
(BUT) And y`all don`t wanna see Jers` (why?)
Cause it`s full of them toys that e`rybody keep rockin on t-shirts
(Welcome to the uhh) `Bout to cop the Crossfire
Cause e`ry time a truck stop I`m in crossfire
(And I) I been away y`all, handlin these court priors
(BUT) Album out this August and it`s on fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
[Hook] + [Chorus]
{*scratches*}
The the Roc, the-the the Roc - R.O.C.
The the Roc, the-the the Roc - R.O.C.
The the Roc, the-the the Roc - R.O.C.
The Roc, Roc, Roc, Rrrr.. - R.O.C.
Clinton Clinton Clinton Sparks
G-g-get familiar!
