The Roc (Just Fire) [feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Sigel]

(Just Blaze in this shit, ya heard?)

My break, I'm fresh off it

I'll never change, I'm stuck in these ways

Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus

But I'ma 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, pain and pills

'Cause you fuckin' with a **** that'll jump out, wave steel

I live this way it's real, dog, no joke

Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss on ya wheels

Slap ya custies, clap ya worker, dead the strip

Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch

So let it be known I'm back from my grizzly

The Sergeant, the Cap, the MAC holds sixty

From rookies and vets, I'll bang till it click (Click)

So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come with two clips

Dog, M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me

Pop fo' 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 somethin' you can't understad

How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam

Me and my Roc killer fam, top billers, man

We run the spots, drop ceilings fam

Hit the wall, drop ceilin' fans

Listen boy, may 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

Whatchu want the dope or the weed?

How you want package it, in the cap or the bag?

How you want me packin', with 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

Bully **** on the broadest streets

I house **** 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 were murdered (You ain't here)

Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (You ain't here)

Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it

South Philly **** kill at will, I keep my MAC-milli Chilly Chil

On the really-real, 'fore I make you **** feel this steel (Killa, killa)

Go 'head stupid **** go fuck with them chicks

I'm the third little piggy, I'ma fuck with them bricks

Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes

**** think doublin' is turnin' five to eight

I turn eight to twenty, twenty to one hunnid

Hunnid to a thousand, that to a hunnid thousand in front of housin'

Closed the mall down, dog, no one's allowed in

I'm coppin' everything, I'm done with browsin' (Gimme that)

It's the top don, Glock palm, dot com

Get your shit rocked mon like Hasim Rahman

And I'm extra scary, CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary (Why?)

I fuck they secretaries, all for information, it ain't necessary

They in love like the fourteenth of February

Play 'em like April first right before I slide off

It could be March second, sound like July fourth

Halloween or Memorial Day

At your memorial be one year from today (Today)

All y'all think it's peace and peachy

I leave you reese' piecy, all my bitches rock Christian Dior, BCBG

'Round phony **** get the heebie-jeebies

Hungry hoes say, "Killa feed me, feed me"

Calm down ma, easy, easy

Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy

Still rock Ellesse, to squeeze appease me

He ain't no teas but measly

Not Doggy's Angels, Killa, please believe me

You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C

**** wanna despise the team, Roc-A-Fella

When shit goes down you know who's doin' the poppin'

Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free

ROC in this muhfucka