Cam'ron The Roc Lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel)

[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah...yeah, n____...
Just Blazin' this s___, ya heard?
It's ya main man...I'm back n____z...HOLLA!

My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)
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 u f___in' wit' a n____ that'll jump out, raise the steel
I live this way it's real...dog...no joke
Blow smoke in ya b____ face, p___ in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya b____
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
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

[Beanie Sigel]
Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand
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 b____
I bully n____z on the broadest streets
I house n____z 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 (you ain't here!)
Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!)
Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it
South Philly n____z kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL
On the really-real, 'fore I make you n____z feel this steel...

[Cam'ron]
(Killa! Killa!)

Go 'head stupid n____z go f___ wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a f___ wit' them bricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
n____ 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 s___ rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra scary
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I f___ 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 b____es rock...
Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony n____z get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..."
Calm down ma, easy easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me...

*scratches*
You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z]
n____z wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel]
ROC-A-FELLA
When the s___ gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z]
*scratches*
KILLA! [Cam'ron]
*scratches*
EASY!
f___ those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek]
Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a
ROC in this muh *scratches* muh-muhfucka... [Jay-Z]

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