Memphis Bleek - The ROC (Just Fire) lyrics

[Production by Just Blaze] [Intro: Memphis Bleek] Yeah...yeah, n***a... Just Blazin' this sh**, ya heard? It's ya main man...I'm back n***as...HOLLA! [Verse 1: Memphis Bleek] My break I'm fresh off it I never change, I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?) But I'm-a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like? Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels Cuz u f**in' wit' a n***a that'll jump out, raise the steel I live this way it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya b**h face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya b**h So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me? We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low, when the dough low, get it back [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand How I could just k** a man for k**a Cam Me and my Roc k**a fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam... Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van... Up with k**ers man And line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What-chu want the dope or the weed? How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag? How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag? Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the Broad Street Bully b**h I bully n***as on the broadest streets I house n***as on the narrowest BLOCK! Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear... Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!) Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!) Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it South Philly n***as k** at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL On the really-real, 'fore I make you n***as feel this steel... [Cam'ron] (k**a! k**a!) Go 'head stupid n***as go f** wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a f** wit' them bricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes n***a think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100,000, in front-a housin' Closed the mall down, dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, Glock palm, dot com Get your sh** rocked ma like Hasim Rahman And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I f** wit' secretaries All for information...it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy, all my b**hes rock... Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony n***as get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say "k**a feed me feed me..." Calm down ma, easy easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me... (Outro) *scratches* You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z] n***as wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel] ROC-A-FELLA When the sh** gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z] *scratches* KILLA! [Cam'ron] *scratches* EASY! f** those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek] Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a ROC in this muh *scratches* muh-muhf**a... [Jay-Z]