Jay-z - Roc Army lyrics

(feat. Cam'Ron, Freeway, Oschino & Sparks) [DJ Clue] Part 1! [Memphis Bleek] The Roc! [Jay-Z] Roc, yeah y'all it's the Roc [DJ Clue] New sh**, Roc Army (Chorus) [Scratches (Jay-Z)] "Memph, Memph, Memph, Memph Bleek" <--- Memphis Bleek (Roc-a-fella is the Army) "Mac, Mac, Mac" <--- Beanie Sigel "Sparks, O" <--- Jay-Z (Roc-a-fella is the Army) "Lil Chris, Lil Neef" <--- Beanie Sigel "Freeway" <--- Jay-Z (Roc-a-fella is the Army) "k**a," "Cam'Ron" <--- Cam'Ron "Jigga" <--- Jay-Z ("R-O-C n***as") <--- Jay-Z (Roc-a-fella is the Army) [DJ Clue over the chorus] Jay-Z, Peedi Crakk Cam'Ron, Freeway What Clue [Jay-Z] Illest since the Row had it, n***a now the Roc got it n***a get you blocka'ed lean em like a dope addict Hov the hustler, CD's a coke habit Ya dancing wit the devil, muh'f**as is slow draggin (C'MON) Hov is big homie, Beanie is the co-captain [Freeway] I'll A.K. ya tee, don't forget about Free Chris and Neef, Sparks and Oski All my n***as on the streets get low with M. Bleek (Whew!) Who the f** want what [Cam'Ron] It's the newest addition, mathematician Cracks in the kitchen, multiplication Rocks that I slash with precision k**a Cam Motherf**er [Freeway (Cam'Ron)] We got gats tearin the basement Mac in the car, clap from a distance (k** ya man motherf**er) They track stars, half of them racin Run from the gate, straight to the district Freeway motherf**er These hatin n***as testing my patience (C'mon) Reach for the Smith-n (Chorus) [DJ Clue over the chorus] Dame Dash Dream Team [Sparks] ?Joey froggy bucky? man about these bucks Dudes wanna get there burners and buck me (Sparks, Oschino!) Send they young bucks to trump me Separate me from the family Bottle me up, that's why keep the Nina Hollow it up (Whew!) [Oschino] Follow em up Guns drawn, no reasons, no speeches Just hollows heat seakin (C'mon!) You really wanna piece of the Roc? [Jay-Z] n***a get you blocka'ed [Young Chris] Ayo, Chris wanna see blood (Young) It's on sight like a Crip when he see Blood [Peedi Crakk] Young Chris be easy, it's ya boy Peedi Roll wit me or ride against me Make it look easy how I empty out in ya Bentley I'm a close range shooter, blow flames out the Ruger Losins for Losers, I got my zoo back from the devil and I could Cut ya face and throw the knife in the swewy The block captain, clappin a gatlin at Sam Bouey Kiss Madre (Chorus) [DJ Clue over the chorus] DJ Clue, Dame Dash C'mon Man! Dream Team Part 1 Stupid