Lyrics:
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
Know you see my texts, baby, please say
times denied
A sea of changes three miles wide
Whose side are you on?
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go
gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than
The eye can
the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po that's how it go
Three in the whip, we not
wasn't hated for
There's nothing they can fucking say
They didn't say before
You could never see it
Your battle's not mine
Wanna skate and play it
pride, Play's by my side
Just chillin, along for the ride
Now it's the capital K-i-d, this is my ID
My rhyme history on the m-i-see
Will show I know how
I have just arrived the sound check gets underway
Three hours to go, then it's time to play
Check guitars now baby, everything looks fine
Now
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please
(One who acts dope
Major play, oh
Major play
Get them bands andela
Major play, oh
Major play
Make it bounce
Do not delay
All I see is
Money schemes
I fell asleep
Had
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen
but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
If I gave you a hundred dollars
To record just three words
I could make the perfect song
Some go by choice
Some go by disease
Give me back my
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
come and boom boom boom
I think her name was Emily
Or maybe it was Ashley
Or maybe it was Maria
It don't matter where we are
I'll come see you tonight
for the past week
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three am
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting
on you
Together there ain't nothing we can't do (there's nothing)
Any problem, we can see it through (we see it through)
Baby, if you promise to be true
as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots,
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in the Benz and it was Ren on the motherfucking
And every single one has said that I’m the realest dude that they know.
I see you lookin kinda crazy. not the type you wanna play with.
I ain’t saying
And every single one has said that I’m the realest dude that they know.
I see you lookin kinda crazy. not the type you wanna play with.
I ain’t saying
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three AM
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting all my meals for free
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