The R.O.C. lyrics

Artist  : Jay-Z Featuring Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek 
Song : 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

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

[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*}