Pop 4 Roc

(Alright, yeah)

Would you love me? (Uh-huh, alright)

Would you hate me? (Watch this yo)

I know you love me (alright)

I know you hate me (uh, Clue)

Would you love me? (Brand new Duro)

Would you hate me?

I know you love me (feel this yo, uh)

Uh, uh, uh

See me coming through hair done, just a slinging my shit

With something Gucci on clinging to my hips

Fronting with the StarTAC ringing in the whip

Icy ears, neck, fingers for years

Got the show wild with the toes out

Shit, I don't fuck with no stingy nigga

I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi, nigga

What I'ma do with your little blunts and Henny, nigga?

I'ma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley, nigga

Uh, my niggas will ride for me

You should see all the things they buy for me

Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time

Around ballers all day, don't have to spend a dime

Callin' up room service when it's dinner time

Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh

Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)

I know you hate me ('cause you know we got shit locked)

Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)

I know you hate me (and you know we got shit locked)

Ayo, we gon' stop this here

Get this clear, the general of the Roc in here

Beanie Sigel, hottest thing on the block this year

Keep the ego, we can bang out 'til the cops get here

Forget about it, you don't know me, yo, stop the stares

I've been about it, pop you then pop your peers

You know how I do, six coupe, top be clear

You know how I play, low-layer Roc-a-wear

Catch Sigel in the kitchen, balloon in the pie

Y'all cats know from whom to buy

Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac, y'all soon to die

'Cause you know I bring heat like June and July

Spit like August, I'm the truth, I'm not lying

I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring

I gotta laugh 'cause y'all work hard at this shit

Think about it yo, I just started this shit

Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit

Scary sight, y'all niggas feel me right

Goddamn yo, I barely write

But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes

Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)

I know you hate me ('cause you know we got shit locked)

Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)

I know you hate me (and you know we got shit locked)

Yo, yo, well, I'm gold now

Memph Man, Coming of Age and I'm grown now

Sittin' on chrome now

I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone

I've been in 30 beefs, shit, I'm barely 21

Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen

Bring 'em back to the streets like a brick on consignment

Interlining of the Mark Buchanan, spark two hammers

Memph Man gold, March, The Understanding

Uh, we don't engage in war, we elope

Orange juice style, beat niggas to a pulp

We broke, nigga you just told three jokes

Me, Biggs, and Dame, we get some things

See the six? Dame's

Me and Biggs live in the Range

Mine's platinum, his Champagne

Niggas whisper 'cause they talk? They gets slain'

Y'all's was looking for me on the charts, the bricks came

Left the same night in the morning, the chicks came

I just use rap to put shit in my name

The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged

Contracts signed, the shits in your name

Listen lame rap niggas, I'm the king

Motherfuck the ring, mami kiss the chain

I don't got game to waste on y'all

I don't think with my dick or chase my balls

I'm a hustla, hit me with an eighth of raw

And when I get on top, I'ma blaze all y'all

Keep 'em laced some more, I know you want some things

I drink a lot of water, mami come clean

Chicks I pump her then dump her

Cars we got 'em bumper to bumper

Rap niggas, y'all days are numbered

Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah

Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)

I know you hate me ('cause you know we got shit locked)

Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)

I know you hate me (and you know we got shit locked)

R-O-C for the two triple O

Ya heard me?

You about to witness a dynasty like no other

Beanie Sigel, The General

Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the Roc

Memph Bleek, Young God, haha

Jigga Man, get your mind right niggas