The Roc (Just Fire)

Yeah yeah, nigga
 Just blazin' this shit, ya heard?
 It's ya main man I'm back niggaz holla
 My break I'm fresh off it
 I never change I'm stuck in these ways
 Nike Airs sweats and Taurus
 But I'm a do it for my enemies
 They wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be
 Now what that sound like?
 Plus they know what a clip get down like
 Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it peels
 'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel
 I live this way it's real dog no joke
 Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels
 Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
 Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
 So let it be known I'm back for my grizzly
 The sergeant, the cap, the mac holds 60
 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
 So run and tell ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog
 M easy won't leave my hood need me
 Pop fa' sheezy who don't believe me?
 We all criminals but live like a diplomat
 We get low when the dough low get it back
 Here is something you can't understand
 How I could just kill a man for killa cam
 Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
 We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
 Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
 Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
 Up with killers man and line the trunk
 Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
 The coach walk you through and he grind you up
 What chu want the dope or the weed?
 How you want it packaged, in the cap or the bag?
 How you want me packin' wit' the mac or the mag?
 Yeah that bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
 And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
 Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
 It's the broad street bully bitch
 I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
 I house niggaz on the narrowest block
 Know my rules when the barrel get hot
 When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
 Man I be hearin' you murder
 Nobody hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin'
 Nobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it
 South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
 On the really real
 'Fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
 Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
 I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them pricks
 Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
 Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
 That to 100, 000, in front a housin'
 Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
 I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
 It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
 Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
 And I'm extra scary
 CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
 All for information it ain't necessary
 They in love like the 14th of February
 Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
 It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
 Halloween or Memorial Day
 At your memorial be one year from today
 All y'all think it's peace and peachy
 I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches rock
 Christian Dior, BCBG
 'Round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
 Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
 Calm down ma, easy, easy
 Talk greasy, please me, get my man wheezy
 Still rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me
 He ain't no tease but measly
 Not doggy's angels killa please believe me
 You now rollin' with them thugs from the R O C
 Niggaz wanna despise the team Roc a fella
 When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
 Killa easy
 Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
 Roc a Roc a
 Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
 Roc in this muh muh muhfucka