[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
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Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
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Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt
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All I know is my shit better bump
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What? La la la la la-la la lahhh (yo, yo)
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[Verse One: Memphis Bleek]
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["Memph' Bleek always smokin that +La La La+"] You right
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Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype
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They want leave with a G like Eas'
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Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets
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But, I dare a nigga act all crazy
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The Tec'll tear his back all crazy
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And you know I stay bent off the Arme'
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Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my army
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I rep, straight from the jacked M-P
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If I put the Tec up I gotta tote the D.E
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But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce
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And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report
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Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught
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I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost
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Got a couple of my killers who stand by
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And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by
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[Hook: Jay-Z samples]
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"It's the R.O.C. Cafe - ya mean?"
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"Memph' Bleek, Young and Mack - ya mean?"
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"Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?"
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"Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?"
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Beanie Sigel]
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Mack keep the weapon drawn, see you niggaz that rat
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And keep them dresses on; it's gettin outta hand
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Niggaz takin a stand, pickin out they man
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Liftin they right hand and snitch on they right-hand
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What's behind that shit? You both push bricks
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But you gon' make a statement, and sign that shit?
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After that anything goes - the kids crack the bridge of they nose
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I stand, react and live out in the cold
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I'd rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake, rat or a bitch
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I hate a D, but I know I'm a prick (uhh)
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You fuckin lames in the game actin sweet, never came from the streets
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Type to get locked and change your name to Shareef
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It's fucked up when your team got a bitch on it
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With bench warmers, you got bench warrants
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Detective got a Tec with two prints on it
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But you the only one who get arrested, and pinched for it
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[Hook + Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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I kinda wanna make an announcement
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I'm not sure if it's too early but fuck it I'ma do it anyway
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Joe Budden is officially on Roc-A-Fella
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Holla back
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[Verse Three: Joe Budden]
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Oh oh, get familiar whattup!
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Who you gon' tell boy, caked up, spend it well boy (ohh)
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Talkin 'bout big faces like "Hellboy" (ohh)
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Oh well, still get compared to rappers
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Hangin onto another rapper coattail (nah)
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Keep the punches, I'd rather get substance
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Good knowin they get it from Budden
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Good knowin they jackin from the guy (tell him) use his own style
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Hang 'em and nail him down like "The Passion of the Christ" now
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That gray thing I'm in
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A red stripe is spaced like the 18 van
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(BUT) And y'all don't wanna see Jers' (why?)
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Cause it's full of them toys that e'rybody keep rockin on t-shirts
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(Welcome to the uhh) 'Bout to cop the Crossfire
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Cause e'ry time a truck stop I'm in crossfire
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(And I) I been away y'all, handlin these court priors
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(BUT) Album out this August and it's on fire
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Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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[Hook + Chorus]
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[Scratches]
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"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C."
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"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C."
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"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C."
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"The Roc, Roc, Roc, Rrrr..." - "R.O.C."
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Clinton Clinton Clinton Sparks
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"G-g-get familiar!"
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Roc Cafe
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