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We're the ones with the flame (yeah) We're the fire that remains (turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (huh) Yeah! It's the world renowned Internationally connected, locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused Doin' what we do (it's The Roc, baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (you understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C) Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hit it once, when I'm done, give it up to Neef It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck) Out the cut (out the cut) All the haters wanna claim that they f*ck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't f*ck with us (aww) I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one, I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done Then wanna cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the grrr, mean green out the money machine I'm not done I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood And you like it All them haters talking shit we don't like it We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my MAC and my TEC And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (ring) together As one (aww) It's Young Free' Move, workin' the wheel, hand jerkin' the V Busters know if you cross the line Thinking I'm off my job But I'm on like Cross when he popped his cuz Thinking them slugs'll fly Call me P.C. Tempers spillin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel My fitted tilt to the left The shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts and veils She undressin', don't stare Take a picture, nigga, packin' the bills I'm the one Young H-O, a game of none What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung? Listen hon', twist up one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done, make her run with The Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All them haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mami with a body, don't touch it You can't f*ck wit Young Easy, up on the Just Blaze production You get nothin', we get enough spins Can't stop us from copping bottles while we clubbin' It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (ring) together As one (aww)
Written by: Christopher Ries, Darren Grant, Hanif Muhammad, Kenneth Johnson, Leslie Pridgen, Malik Cox, Maurice White, Shawn Carter, Verdine White, Eddie Del Barrio, Pedro Luis Zayas, Umar Saeed Alwan
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