Текст песни The R. O. C

[jay-z]Nah motherfuckerGe-ge-geah-geahGeah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geahGeah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geahYeah, yeah, yeah[beanie sigel]We be the r,o,c .. y’all get your dope from usWe runs the r,o,c.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c’monAiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthinLike you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthinLike you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthinNigga your body duckin is nuthin you’re bluffinYou niggaz talk shit like you draw quickBut when the 4’s grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshitYour man bullshit? might get him four quickAll up in his fore shit; c’mon, stop the bullshitIt’s b sig dog, straight in da league y’allStraight out da school yard hoover, I schooled y’allNow school’s out, lights out tools outYou fools out c’mon y’all pick a new routeWhile I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho’To get next to your new doughYour new crack spot you know mac steal crack to crack potNiggaz know I spit on every track hot[chorus: repeat 2x]It’s the r, o, c, stopFrom tower to ma’n’pop we move out the stopR,o,c, stopWe shower your mom block and move out with glocks[memphis bleek]Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my g’sYo yoAiyyo, this for my g’s, hoes, gangstas, foesNiggaz who get dough rep for get loI got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)Eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straightI’m hot son[beans] stop son they livin a lie dukeYou plot son I pop one still in the sky dukeM to the a to the r-c-y dukeNiggaz die here can’t nothin revive youI’m still here niggaz see what I drive throughSittin on dubs with screens inside tooI’m simply street, I’m memphis bleekCatch me with them green jars in the tinted jeepOn, b-l-a-d’s I get c-l-a-p’sCatch me not givin a fuck I’m on these la treesOne for sigel sigel, two for the jigga andThree for amil-lion and four for memph man[chorus][beanie sigel]Aiyyo you shouldn’t have been talkin that like you was walkin thatAnd mac with this mac ..And let off fifty shots where you be walkin atWhere your apartment atYou fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often atOr where you be.. creepin atWhere your birds be.. shhOops mean (chirpin at) damn I’m hurtin thatWorkin that spittin that shit like that’s on purposeThat’s, some freestyle shit, I don’t knowHey playboy take that back a bitYo you shouldn’t have been talkin that like you was walkin thatAnd mac with this mac ..And let off fifty shots where you be walkin atWhere your apartment atYou fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often atOr where you be.. creepin at, sleepin atWhere your birds be, cheepin atOops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin thatHurtin that, aiyyo playboy (? ) that[chorus][outro]R,o,c, stopR,o,c.. mom block and move out with glocksUhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uhUh-huh-uh-uh, y’all can’t fuck with usUn-stop-pa-ble-roc, y’all can’t fuck with usUn-stop-pa-ble-roc, y’all can’t fuck with usUn-stop-pa-ble-roc, y’all can’t fuck with us {*fades out*}Jay-Z - The R. O. C - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jay-z/the-r-o-c-lyrics.html