M.o.p. - Roc La Familia lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Ha! Yeah, welcome the newest addition to the Roc M.O.P. (BK!) Yes, yessss Most unstoppable record label on the planet (Get the f** up n***a) R.O.C., The Dynasty Yessssss [Lil' Fame] It's the M.O.P. "Calm Down" First La Familia Bang it out with the R.O.Cafe Air La Familia - get famil-iar Pop him pop him and drop him drop him until he drown We are, beyond, phenomenon, from Brook-Nam First n***az to make hip-hop her-on Like a song featuring 'Pac, Biggie and The Pope But my name is on the Walk of Fame like Bob Hope Baby pah, I am the two-thousand and Dre say CRAZY, baby Malik, dub-oh-izzm, izzay She came you f*ggots (send 'em out) with a semi, and loop to 'matic like, FOOM Then hop in the truck like what the fi-dduck, sounds bump like BOOM, BOOM, BOOM It's the First Fam, laugh at y'all n***a, home peace [Memphis Bleek] And I'm thee, M-E, fresh out of the start M-B 'til I dizzie, high when I re-side I pop, pop, pop; n***a go against the Roc I'll make his heartbeat stop Them from Saratoga, me from Far Rockaway Moved up in Marcy but never put the glock away I reps, my, set sh** I'm no Blood or Cuz, I make cuz lose blood Talk anything, I pop it fast Talk about clothes I done popped some tags Talk about dram', I done popped the gat You can talk about hoes I done popped them pads Like G to get up in it, let my n***az live a minute Let you n***az breathe a minute now you can't sleep a minute Cause it's easy, dawg, back in this b**h No peace talk n***a, it's on in this b**h [Beanie Sigel] Well it's the S, T, A-T-E P-R-O-P, E-R T, Y, State Property n***a We knockin n***a, ain't no stoppin n***a First a S.P. flick then the S.P. stitched it Must admit, since a playpen gifted And ain't no tellin what the car tune net gross You characters like Cartoon Network n***a what you dumb high? I wring your neck like Spongebob Go get your sets dripped cause son dry n***a get your crumb snatched, I ain't dumb keep the M-1 with the fully matty thug latch, get a lung 'laxed Yes Crack, the official sh** is back Who else can rep the heartbeat whistles of a Mac like brrack, brrack, brrack, be in the street like a pistol in the pack, in position with the gat [Billy Danze] Uhh! Beans, give me that thang, sh** is lookin strange These young motherf**ers think it's a game (Shorty hide ya chain) I'm on tour, I sold sh** that hang from a rope when I spit it's goin through 'em Now that's wha**up; I don't give a f** about what set you throwin up - I'm from the 'Ville where we fire, fire, fire With intention to k** and burn down yo' entire empire f'real The word on the street, you're sweet The toughest sh** in your ruggedest song is the beat You irrelevant a** n***a You pro-fessional, bi-s**ual, dilettante a** n***a (Get ready to blast n***a) If not, take flight Say M.O., think O, and get it right Cause when the "Warriorz" come through, you're low See me B-I-double-L-Y D-A-N-Z-ini I'm gone [Jay-Z: repeat 2X] It's the R-O-C Cafe, y'knahmean? M.O.P., Billy Danze, you slept, y'knahmean? Memph Bleek, Young and Mack, y'knahmean? Get back, y'knahmean? Get clapped, y'knahmean? [Outro: Jay-Z] Crack! Young! Gunz! Geah! (And the question is) {That's it that's all} You gotta love it (What exactly) It's the O.G. (Did you n***az expect?) Young Ride out, ride out (Fitzroy) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh [fades out]