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1, 2 Y'all

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  • feat. Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil' Cease [Into: (Memphis Bleek)] Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce) Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one Yeah, Yo, Yo.. [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Memphis Bleek] I tote P89's on me all the time My rhymes is serious I'm kill'em every time While I'm... sunk in that 745 I am... feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride) So I ride nigga feel me on cruise control Game tight nigga lose your hoe I smoke... take a few pulls of the refer Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever Need some so I check the beeper Before B.I.G. pasted he passed the number to Katrina Get it right the game still remain And I'm married to the shit, you niggas still engaged Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP! If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC! You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want to Yea Ease the same I bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now thats game) All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa'sho You know Ease the truth, they say sex is a weapon You'll be dead when I shoot [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Geda K] Yea... Yea.. It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin'em Doe doublin bitch niggas not discussin'em Block tick rabbit when I'm finger fuckin'em Fuck a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with'em It's Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'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 and 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, toten, loc'n Live from PR or Oakland, bitch its Get Low let me know whats up If you get it the truck get in postion to fuck I'm ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro'in I pimp through their boroughs in Ya better keep your chicks intact... cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + *Lil' Cease*] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh *uh huh* 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh *Cease A Leo* 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Lil' Cease] Aright, check it out... check it out..Uh oh..Uh oh... Yo Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine My niggas on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise) Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin us When it come to rappin ain't noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa!) It's ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. on top of us Get Low firing my Phillie niggas ride with us (reloading noise) Dutch this blunt up if you wanna get high with us (puffing noise) 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 till the day that I die [Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya {GET LOW!!} Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!} Yea... Yea... Yea [Jay-Z] Uh Oh.. Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back And lock the streets again,ain't no police and him Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low Niggas becareful what you sayin on LayYy LowWw Are nextel radio niggas have'em at the radio before you exhale nigga The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag Send them words back in your mouth... out ya ass Talkin shit, all you get is cleaned the fuck up I ain't steamed the fuck up either Hire the team but me, myself, and I-rene I come through and lean you fucker, I'm tryin to keep niggas from killing you You still talkin shit to me, you now as smart as you appear to be I got dum-dums for dumb-dumbs I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in 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'

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