k**a-kc - Up In This Peice lyrics

Ay yo back woods rollin' Rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin' What more can I say? We still k**in' em Bags we still dealin' em Four wheels, we wheelin' them Chicks like I'm feelin' him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them n***as and us We the R-O-C and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make j**els that we don't cop What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherf**er