All I Need

It's the Roc, woo

Nike Airs is right (Check)

My bucket is low (Check)

My Rocawear is fittin' incredible

Fuck it, I guess I got my swagger back

Mama, they said I killed a man

Well, I guess I got the dagger back

It's the Roc, bastards, we are back

In the heezy

Jigga Man, B. Sige to M-Easy (What up, fam?)

Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (Holla!)

Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey

All I need is the love of my crew

The whole industry can hate me, I thugged my way through

And all I need is a chick that hold a jammy, like

Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uh

Now understands we can't be stopped

From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops

Like we Underground Kingz, ridin' dirty

A **** been focused since I said hi to 30 (What up?)

Young ****, y'all can't hurt me

Better watch and observe me

And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar

I set fire to your empire

I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off of rim tires

Yes I-ah, Jay I-ah

Double G-A, livewire ****, holla back

All I need

Rocawear (Check)

Nike Airs (Check)

Mean bucket (Uh-huh)

Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (Yeah)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need

That new coupe (Got that)

A doo-rag and a pocket full of loot (Got those)

A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way

Come on (Now)

All I need in this world of sin

Is me and my girlfriend

I got a little two-two, I call her Peggy Sue

When I'm off in the club, she fit right in my shoe (Woo!)

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (Uh-huh)

A clown wanna flip, gotta reach for my bitch

Y'all wanna act out a movie, I could give you a clip

But no ad-libbin', ****, stick to the script

Now all I need is a high-priced lawyer

'Cause it's foul ways nowadays, everybody saw you

And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew

Can't even steal on a ****, muhfuckas will sue

In this time and age, what's a real muhfucka to do

When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you?

But real **** don't fret 'cause the number one crew

R to the O to the C comin' true

All I need

Rocawear (Check)

Nike Airs (Check)

Mean bucket (Uh-huh)

Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (Yeah)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need

That new coupe (Got that)

A doo-rag and a pocket full of loot (Got those)

A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way

Listen, the cream too long, my team too strong

Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone

Y'all **** in the crosshair, the beams is on (See y'all)

Y'all whole block deserted, y'all fiends are gone (Bye-bye)

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith

Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willie Beamen

Any given Sunday, gunplay's optional

However **** want it like Soul II Soul (However do you want it?)

Whoever got hops get blocked, go to the hole

Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six

Now run along witcha little-ass hits

Read my rap sheet, ****, three classics

Shut your bumba', I've got A-Rod numbers

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk

When I blast the pump

I leave you relaxed in the hospital, lookin' at M*A*S*H for months

Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk

And I flee scot-free and pee-pee on the steps

He's got no respect, no law or governin'

Why you fuckin' with him?

Matter fact, why you fuckin' with them?

All y'all need is the R-O-C, baby

All I need

Rocawear (Check)

Nike Airs (Right)

Mean bucket (Check)

Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (Uh)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need

That new coupe (Got that)

A doo-rag and a pocket full of loot (Got those)

A sunny day some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way

Listen

All I need

Roc-A-Fella Records

Freeway, Oschino and Sparks, Chris and Neef

All I need

Mickey and Mallory

Broad Street Bully

M-Extra Money, ha

Young, H to the izzo (All I need)

Clue, Rell

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah

All I need