[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"} shit
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{"ROCK THAT"} shit {"ROCK THAT"} shit
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{"ROCK THAT"} shit {"ROCK THAT"} shit
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{"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO.."}
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Ooh! Put up your hands, show me the real you
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If you don't put your hands up then I'ma kill you
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You ain't never been touched homie, I can't feel you
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I don't listen to threats, nigga I can't hear you (hello?)
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[Kid Vishis]
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Put up your hands, show me the real you
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You don't put your hands up, I'ma kill you
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I'm the shit fool, it's the king prince too
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I'm the next shit from the I'm Da Shit crew, ooh
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Nigga get cool, "You're my boy Blue!
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Blue, you're my boy!" I'll Chicago, Illinois you
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[Kid Vishis]
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Nigga we'll destroy you
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It's a motherfuckin wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Idolize 'em, not a lot of 'em, body by them
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There's a bottle by the fags, she should try to follow
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the man with the rocks, rocky as Colorado standin on top of them
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Toppin top the opposition, I ain't quittin 'til Vishis in my position
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I drop this apocalyptic, you got to be optimistic
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I'm hot hot hot
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[Kid Vishis]
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Let's try this shit again
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Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit
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This cop nowhere near it, I'm in a win-win position (yes)
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Could send killers to knock-knock (who is it?)
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Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit (yes)
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No henchmen
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Six shots the biscuit
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Smackin on his back like I'm burpin a infant
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Then nigga put up your hands, show me the real you
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Put money on your head and then I'ma bill YOU
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Take it out yo' ass in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail
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And you about to see the gat derail!
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[Chorus]
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[Kid Vishis]
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Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols
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Missiles'll hit your tissue [?] show you and STAY, like Mystikal
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Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
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You tryin to scrap to cover up the fact you can't rap
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"}
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Glock that, pop that, shock that
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Down to click twos, I'ma spit true
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Dominant crew, I'm the SHIT fool!
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Ooh!
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[Kid Vishis]
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Put the clip to a actor, CUT!
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You motherfuckers up when it's action, nigga what?
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We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya
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Black mac blap, niggaz back snap backwards
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Ooh!
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atlas
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Fear niggaz should fear, on point like a cactus
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You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip
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Word blacksmith, herb active DOPE!
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[Chorus]
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Ooh!
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Rock That
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Royce Da 5'9'' |