We're the ones with the flame
Yeah
We're the fire that remains
Turn rell up a little bit
We're controllin' the game from now on
Huh

Yeah it's the world renowned
Internationally connected
Locally accepted
Roc'-a-fella records

Don't get it confused
Doin' what we do

B sig rell peedi crakk free young h-o bleek
You understand
Introducin'
It's young C
Young C
Home of philly young and hungry
All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me
And every hood in the world discussin' me
I hated once when I didn't give it up to neef
It's neef buck
Neef buck
Out the cut
Out the cut
All the haters wanna claim that they f**k with us
It ain't a game Niggas know that they toys R us
They can't f**k with us
Aaw

I'm the one

Man I'm money hoes clothes and shows
To do with your ho all wrapped in one
I'm not done
Man I'm the shit after it's all said and done
The one to cop one come back for another one
Quick fast like rapid refund
I'm the grr mean green out the money machine
I'm not done
I'm omilio and interviews thought you could hold sparks in the hood
Give me hon'

And you like it
All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it
We love it
That black mask black glove shit
Roll up on him don't budge bitch
With my mack mack and my tech tech
And my vest just like that
For them Niggas thinkin' mack milli not really from the streets
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast
Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you never
And our voices will ring
Ring
Together

As one

Aaw
It's young free
Move workin' the wheel
Hand jerkin' the V
Busters don't let you crossed the line
Thinkin' I'm off my job
But I'm on like chris when he popped his cuz
Thinkin' them slugs'll fly
Call me PC
Tempers feelin' I peel
Look how I'm killin' the wheel
The fitted tilt to the left
The shirt blend with the sweats
Your girls skirts invest
She undressin' don't stare
Check the picture Nigga back the bill
I'm the one
Young h-o a game of one
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you bring
Listen hon twist one this armi sip some
It's only 40 proof it feel like 151
When I'm done
Make a run with the roc
Rock air force 1's
Rock a bun hide shit in her hair when I come
Through customs cops can't bust him
It's hov the hustler I'm having one hell of a run

And you like it
All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it
No we love it
I got a mommy with a body don't touch it
You can't f**k with
Young easy I on the just blaze production
You get nothin'
We get enough spins
Can't stop us from coppin' bottles while we clubbin'

It's the R O C forever tell the public huh
Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you never
And our voices will ring
Ring
Together

As one
Aaw