Lyrics:
Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
Eazy E, Wiz, Block ENT
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, let's go
From the A all the way
bein shortstopped
By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop
You figure you're hard 'cause you're a cop see
FUCK WITH ME! I'mma put that ass in a box
shit
Probably get fly Ari on the rock that's it
And there's Rocklee laying on the floor type shit
Evaluate the damage I ain't bout that
Fuck your bitch
Drunkies
Don't stop (x6)
J-Ro:
D-are-you-N-K use to be a reason for a very nice day but hey
You can't get by, by living that way
So now I
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
the night waking up at the sight of these feelings to address
Cause the love that we had had me clinched by the chest
And I feel like J. Bieber, let me talk
of my life
Your eyes could really have the world at your feet
We’d be the double trouble you’re my double dose
I’d rock the party by your side on the tip
and Method Man
Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
bitches showin' out
Ok with the J ok with the day
Never going in and all I do is make play
Burnin up them bushes and then
Make a newly slay free my nigga
the real niggas and real
Bitches that got they own boss
I was snappin' before Fabo
My raps come with a halo
Went out with Jeezy, we spent pesos like J
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
got moon rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties,
a movie
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cause lady was chill
Then we dipped
I've been shot by love
I've been shot by love
I've been shot by love
And I'm bleeding out
And I'm bleeding out
You can call that bleeding love
I need
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
a j-jack of all trays
Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways
Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package
Serving that cha-cha, that
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
look around
[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I
seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
ya'll gettin' J.C. pennies
Pass dat Patron, the limes' right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik'er
Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she
Uncle J, a farmer among men
He said to me, and he let me see the thick skin on his hands
From diggin' down deep in the ground for the taters rocks
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