1 2 Yall
Jay-Z
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1, 2, Y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of the ROC Mafia
1, 2, Y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low, nigga we got ya
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote P89s on me all the time
My rhymes serious, I kill 'em everytime
While I'm sunk in that 745
I-L feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride)
So inclined, nigga, Philly on cruise control
Game tight, nigga, lose your ho
I smoke, take a few pulls of the reefer
Ridin' under the tint, doin' the deuce fever
Need somethin', so I check the beeper
Before Big Paz, he pass the number to Katrina
Get it right, the game still remain
And I'm married to this shit, you niggas still engaged
Nuttin' changed (uh), 12 gauge still cocked
If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC we can dump at your block
If you want to, yeah, E's the same
I bet it all on dice so I can freeze the chain
(Now that's game) all you hoes a show
(The truck come with a chauffeur) ma, fo' sho'
You know E's the truth (truth)
They say sex is a weapon, you be dead when I shoot
1, 2, Y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of the ROC Mafia
1, 2, Y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low, nigga we got ya
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Get Low and the ROC
Ain't a click out touchin' 'em
Dough doublin', bitch niggas not discussin' 'em
Glocks hit rabbit when I'm fingerfuckin' 'em
Fuck a vest, tell your boys have a bulletproof truck with 'em
It's G to K to Young Boss and M-E's
Of course we gettin' cheese, draw we gon' squeeze
In SUV's on 24's with TV's
Probably with your bitch, playin' the backseat
And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill with it
Type to get rid of her, never go to the crib with her
Shit, I move according to plans and still visit
Park and still kick it and pick my niggas up
And you know we be dro smokin', totin', loc'in'
Live from B-R-O, Oakland
Bitch, it's Get Low, let me know what's up
If you get in the truck, get in position to fuck
I'm ghetto, Herro Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimp sterile when I pimp through they boroughs and
Y'all better keep them chicks intact
'Cause I walk like a P and talk like a mack, nigga
1, 2, Y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of the ROC Mafia
1, 2, Y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low, nigga we got ya
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, code name Cease-A-Le', crack on the A-V-E
BK grimy MC, rap wreck machine
My niggas on the scene with the machine guns
And infrared beams, handguns with silencers
Ride up on the side of ya
Flash this gun up in your face like photographers
Plated over ice, ain't nobody robbin' us
When it come to rappin' ain't nobody stoppin' us, dawg
This ROC Mafia, who live as us?
J ridin' on side, Big on top of us
Get Low firin', my Philly niggas ride with us
Dust his blunt up if he wanna get high with us
BK, yo, we reppin'
I'm like cash, everywhere I'm accepted
From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood 'til the day that I die
1, 2, Y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of the ROC Mafia
1, 2, Y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low, nigga we got ya
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap's in trouble, Hov 'bout to double back
And lock these streets again, ain't no policin' him
Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low
Niggas be careful what you sayin' on the radio
I nextail radio niggas
Have 'em at the radio before you exhale, nigga
The cat's out the bag, I blast out the mag
Send them words back in your mouth out your ass
Talkin' shit, all you get is cleaned the fuck up
I ain't steamed the fuck up
Either hire the team or me, myself and Irene
Or come through and lean, you fucker
I'm tryin' to keep niggas from killin' you
You still talkin' shit to me
You not as smart as you appear to be
I got dumb-dumbs for dumb-dumbs, I'm a bright man
Got a educated left hook and a right hand
Fuck like whoa, got a flow like damn
The new Thug Life be the Roc-A-Fella fam
No disrespect intended
But if you offended, can't take it back, handle your business
I'm just statin' facts, the whole world's against us
And we will not surrender
And we will survive, turn out your lights like Teddy Pender-
Grass, get ready for the coldest winter
As I proceed
1, 2, Y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of the ROC Mafia
1, 2, Y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low, nigga we got ya
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
1, 2, Y'all, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah