Roc La Familia

Ha! Yeah, welcome the newest addition to the Roc

M.O.P. (BK!) Yes, yessss

Most unstoppable record label on the planet

(Get the fuck up nigga) R.O.C., The Dynasty

Yessssss

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 niggaz 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 faggots (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 nigga, home peace

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; nigga 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

Shit 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 niggaz live a minute

Let you niggaz breathe a minute now you can't sleep a minute

Cause it's easy, dawg, back in this bitch

No peace talk nigga, it's on in this bitch

Well it's the S, T, A-T-E

P-R-O-P, E-R

T, Y, State Property nigga

We knockin nigga, ain't no stoppin nigga

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

Nigga what you dumb high? I wring your neck like Spongebob

Go get your sets dripped cause son dry

Nigga 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 shit 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

Uhh! Beans, give me that thang, shit is lookin strange

These young motherfuckers think it's a game

(Shorty hide ya chain) I'm on tour, I sold shit

that hang from a rope when I spit it's goin through 'em

Now that's whassup; I don't give a fuck

about what set you throwin up - I'm from the 'Ville

where we fire, fire, fire

With intention to kill and burn down yo' entire empire f'real

The word on the street, you're sweet

The toughest shit in your ruggedest song is the beat

You irrelevant ass nigga

You pro-fessional, bi-sexual, dilettante ass nigga

(Get ready to blast nigga) 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

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?

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 niggaz expect?) Young

Ride out, ride out (Fitzroy)

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