| It's the Roc! Wooo! | |
| My gear is right... (check) | |
| My bucket is low... (check) | |
| My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... | |
| Fuck it... | |
| I guess I got my swagger back | |
| Mama that said I killed her man | |
| Well I guess I got the dagger back | |
| It's the Roc bastards we are BACK! | |
| In the heezy | |
| Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) | |
| Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) | |
| Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey! | |
| All I need is the love of my crew | |
| The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through | |
| And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like | |
| Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... | |
| Now understands we can't be stopped | |
| From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops | |
| Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty | |
| A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) | |
| Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me | |
| Better watch and observe me | |
| And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar | |
| I set fire to your empire | |
| I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires | |
| Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah... | |
| Double G-A livewire nigga holla back | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| All I need... | |
| Rocawear... (check) | |
| Nike Airs... (check) | |
| Mean bucket... (uh huh) | |
| Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) | |
| Couple chicks by my side, let's ride | |
| All I need... | |
| That new coupe (got that) | |
| A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) | |
| A sunny day some chicks that wanna play | |
| And I'll be on my way | |
| C'mon...now... | |
| All I need in this world o' sin | |
| Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) | |
| I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue | |
| When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) | |
| Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) | |
| A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch | |
| Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) | |
| But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script | |
| Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer | |
| Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you | |
| And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew | |
| Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue | |
| In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do | |
| When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you | |
| But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew? | |
| R to the O to the C comin' true | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| Listen... | |
| The cream too long, my team too strong | |
| Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone | |
| Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) | |
| Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) | |
| The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith | |
| Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman [giggle] | |
| Any given Sunday gunplay's optional | |
| However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) | |
| Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole | |
| Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit | |
| Plus the jab is sick, and it's that quick | |
| Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six | |
| Now run along wit'cha little ass hits | |
| Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS | |
| Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers | |
| All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk | |
| When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed | |
| In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months | |
| Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk | |
| And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps... | |
| We've got no respect | |
| No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him? | |
| Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? | |
| All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| Listen... | |
| (All I need) | |
| Rocafella Records... | |
| Freeway... | |
| Oskino and Sparks... | |
| Chris & Neef | |
| (All I need) | |
| Mickey and Mallory... | |
| Broad Street Bully... | |
| M-Extra Money, ha... | |
| YOUNG! | |
| (All I need) | |
| H to the izzo... | |
| CLUE! | |
| Rell... | |
| Uh huh...yeah, yeah... | |
| (All I need) |