Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Vocals
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
JAY-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Smith
Composer
Dwight Equan Grant
Lyrics
Malik Cox
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
Chauncey Mahan
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Nah, motherfucker
G-G-G, G
G, G, G-G-G-G
Geah, geah, geah
G-G-G, geah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Why aren't y'all ****
We be the R. O. C., stop, uh-huh, uh-huh
Y'all get your dope from us
We runs the R. O. C., stop, keep up, ****
Come on
[Verse 3]
Ayo, you **** talk a lot of nothin'
Like you always god or something
Like you always shot at something
**** never shot at nothing
[Verse 4]
Like you shottie something
Like you body something
****, your body duckin'
Nothin', you bluffin'
[Verse 5]
**** talk shit, like you draw quick
But when them fours grip, I floor quick
You, your man, you bullshit
Your man bullshit? Might get him, four quick
All up in his four shit, c'mon, stop the bullshit
[Verse 6]
It's B Sig dog, straight in the league, y'all
Straight out the school yard
Hoover, I schooled y'all
Now school's out, uh-huh, lights out, tools out
You fools out, c'mon, y'all pick a new route
[Verse 7]
While I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho
To get next to your new dough
Your crack spot, you know Mac still crack the crack pot
**** know I spit on ever track hot
[Verse 8]
It's the R. O. C., stop
From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop
R-O-C, stop
We shower your mom block, and move out with Glocks
It's the R. O. C., stop
From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop
Before my Gs
R-O-C, stop
We shower your mom block, and move out with Glocks
[Verse 9]
Ayo, this for my Gs, hoes, gangstas, foes
**** who get dough, rep for get low
I got cake, weight, shanks, eights, bank
Bitch act straight, I'm hot, son
Stop, son, they livin' a lie duke
You plot, son, I pop one, still in the sky, duke
[Verse 10]
M to the A to the R-C-Y, duke
**** die here, can't nothin' revive you
I'm still here, **** see what I drive through
Sittin' on dubs with screens inside too
I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek
Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep
[Verse 11]
On B-L-A-Ds, I get C-L-A-Ps
Catch me not givin' a fuck, I'm on these LA trees
One for Sigel Sigel, two from the Jigga and
Three for Amil-lion, and for for Memph man
[Verse 12]
It's the R. O. C., stop
From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop
It's the R. O. C., stop
We shower your mom block, and move out with Glocks
It's the R. O. C., stop
From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop
It's the R. O. C., stop
We shower your mom block, and move out with Glocks
[Verse 13]
Ayo, you shouldn't have been talkin' that
Likin' that, walkin' that
And Mac with this MAC
And let off fifty shots where you be walkin' at
Where your apartment at?
[Verse 14]
You fuck around and have me creepin' in the dark
Where you be often at
Where you be creepin' at
Where your birds be
Oops, me and J, uh, damn
Damn, I'm hurtin' that
Workin' that, spittin' that shit like
That's all, purpose that
To the, to the
I don't know
[Verse 15]
Yo, you shouldn'ta been talkin' that
Like you was walkin' that
And Mac with this MAC
And let off fifty shots where you be walkin' at
Where your apartment at?
[Verse 16]
You fuck around and have me creepin' in the dark
Where you be often at
Or where you be creepin' at, sleepin' at
Where your birds be, cheepin' at
Oops, mean chirpin' that, damn, I be workin' that
Hurtin' that
[Verse 17]
It's the R. O. C., stop
From Tower to ma and pop, we move out the stop
R-O-C, stop
We shower your mom block, and move out with Glocks
R-O-C, stop
R-O-C, uh, my block and move out with Glocks
[Verse 18]
Y'all can't fuck with us
Y'all can't fuck with us
Written by: Dwight Grant, Justin Smith, Malik Cox