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Pop 4 Roc
JAY‐Z feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek and Amil
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(Alright, yeah)
Would you love me? (Uh-huh, alright)
Would you hate me? (Watch this yo)
I know you love me (alright)
I know you hate me (uh, Clue)
Would you love me? (brand new Duro)
Would you hate me?
I know you love me (feel this yo, uh)
Uh, uh, uh
See me coming through hair done, just a slinging my shit
With something Gucci on clinging to my hips
Fronting with the StarTAC ringing in the whip
Icy ears, neck, fingers for years
Got the show wild with the toes out
Shit, I don't fuck with no stingy nigga
I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi, nigga
What I'ma do with your little blunts and Henny, nigga?
I'ma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley, nigga
Uh, my niggas will ride for me
You should see all the things they buy for me
Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time
Around ballers all day, don't have to spend a dime
Callin' up room service when it's dinner time
Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh
Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)
Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)
I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)
I know you hate me ('cause you know we got shit locked)
Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)
Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)
I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)
I know you hate me (and you know we got shit locked)
Ayo, we gon' stop this here
Get this clear, the general of the Roc in here
Beanie Sigel, hottest thing on the block this year
Keep the ego, we can bang out 'til the cops get here
Forget about it, you don't know me, yo, stop the stares
I've been about it, pop you then pop your peers
You know how I do, six coupe, top be clear
You know how I play, low-layer Rocawear
Catch Sigel in the kitchen, balloon in the pie
Y'all cats know from whom to buy
Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac, y'all soon to die
'Cause you know I bring heat like June and July
Spit like August, I'm the truth, I'm not lying
I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring
I gotta laugh 'cause y'all work hard at this shit
Think about it yo, I just started this shit
Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit
Scary sight, y'all niggas feel me right
God damn yo, I barely write
But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes
Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)
Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)
I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)
I know you hate me ('cause you know we got shit locked)
Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)
Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)
I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)
I know you hate me (and you know we got shit locked)
Yo, yo, well I'm gold now
Memph Man, Coming of Age and I'm grown now
Sittin on chrome now
I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone
I've been in 30 beefs, shit, I'm barely 21
Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen
Bring 'em back to the streets like a brick on consignment
Interlining of the Mark Buchanan, spark two hammers
Memph Man gold, March, The Understanding
Uh, we don't engage in war, we elope
Orange juice style, beat niggas to a pulp
We broke, nigga you just told 3 jokes
Me, Biggs, and Dame, we get some things
See the six? Dame's
Me and Biggs live in the Range
Mine's platinum, his Champagne
Niggas whisper 'cause they talk? They gets slain
Y'all's was looking for me on the charts, the bricks came
Left the same night in the morning, the chicks came
I just use rap to put shit in my name
The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged
Contracts signed, the shits in your name
Listen lame rap niggas, I'm the king
Motherfuck the ring, mami kiss the chain
I don't got game to waste on y'all
I don't think with my dick or chase my balls
I'm a hustla, hit me with an eighth of raw
And when I get on top, I'ma blaze all y'all
Keep 'em laced some more, I know you want some things
I drink a lot of water, mami come clean
Chicks I pump her then dump her
Cars we got 'em bumper to bumper
Rap niggas, y'all days are numbered
Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah
Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)
Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)
I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)
I know you hate me ('cause you know we got shit locked)
Would you love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)
Would you hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)
I know you love me ('cause you know we pop for Roc)
I know you hate me (and you know we got shit locked)
R-O-C for the two triple O
Ya heard me?
You about to witness a dynasty like no other
Beanie Sigel, The General
Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the Roc
Memph Bleek, Young God, haha
Jigga Man, get your mind right niggas