The R. O. C.

Nah motherfucker

Ge-ge-geah-geah

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (niggas)

We be the R-O-C (stop) uh-huh, uh-huh

Y'all get your dope from us

We runs the R-O-C (stop)

Yeah, keep up niggas, come on

Ayo you niggas talk a lot of nothin', like you always God or somethin'

Like you always shot at somethin', niggas never shot at nothin'

Like you shotty somethin', like you body somethin'

Nigga your body duckin' is nothin' you're bluffin'

You niggas talk shit like you draw quick

But when the 4's grip, I floor quick, you, your man, your bullshit

Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick

All up in his fore shit, c'mon, stop the bullshit

It's B Sig dog, straight in the league y'all

Straight out the school yard, Hoover, I schooled y'all

Now school's out, lights out tools out

You fools outm, come on y'all pick a new route

While I pick the new flow, kick it to your new hoe

To get next to your new dough

Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot

Niggas know I spit on every track hot

It's the R-O-C, stop

From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop

R-o-c, stop

We shower your mom block and move out with Glocks

It's the R-O-C, stop (yeah)

From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop (yo, this for my G's)

R-o-c, stop

We shower your mom block and move out with Glocks (yo, yo)

Ayo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes

Niggas who get dough rep for get lo

I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)

Eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight

I'm hot son

Stop son they livin' a lie duke

You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke

M to the A to the R-C-Y duke

Niggas die here can't nothin' revive you

I'm still here niggas see what I drive through

Sittin' on dubs with screens inside too

I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek