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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayo who sleepin on Bleek, nigga wake his ass up
I'mma show him all the money, and the ass I pass up
How I'm N-Y deep, who snitched to N-Y-P
You bitches been droppin D's since '86 strike Lee's
Dial 9-1-tips, when I spit one clip
Supposed to be killin niggas, but ain't really done shit
I'm loco, tote the fo'-fo', smoke out productos
Dro' flow blow the smoke slow and holla fuck hoes
It's Cash and Money, nines, grass, and green weed
Exactly, one shot lives and daiquiris
The gat be stashed in the dash, mixed herbs and hash
On the cruise for cash, I might bruise some cats
Spit two at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched, front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught, son
Never on the run and stack mail by the ton, son
Yo it's that Roc-A-Fella shit, hoes, clothes and whips
Act up and get hit, give a fuck who you with
We them niggas comin through, lockin' down your strip
Some real niggas, that walk around with guns on they hip
Yo it's that Roc-A-Fella shit, hoes, clothes and whips
Act up and get hit, give a fuck who you with
We them niggas comin through, lockin' down your strip
Some real niggas, that walk around with guns on they hip
I live my life now like none of y'all faggots
You keep frontin like that, I'mma let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn, when I wake up, the war's on
For the bread, butter and chips shit, I go to war for 'em
Tinted my whip now, these cops ride dick now
Money spent now, I move work through my penpal
Niggas hate Bleek, cause I live through this shit
You niggas keep hatin cause I could deal with this shit
I'm a street individual, sold-it-all criminal
Weed just a minimal, I'm a M.P. emblem
ROC syndicate, and I flips in the block
Regardless if I'm bent or not, you call it when I lick a shot
I'm streetwise, went up on my cap two size
Who gettin money over here, contact these guys
Let 'em know I set up shop to trey-eight the block
With three niggas, one gun and a buck fifty a shot
Yo it's that Roc-A-Fella shit, hoes, clothes and whips
Act up and get hit, give a fuck who you with
We them niggas comin through, lockin' down your strip
Some real niggas, that walk around with guns on they hip
Yo it's that Roc-A-Fella shit, hoes, clothes and whips
Act up and get hit, give a fuck who you with
We them niggas comin through, lockin' down your strip
Some real niggas, that walk around with guns on they hip