paroles de chanson The Roc (Just Fire) - Album Version (Edited) - Beanie Sigel , Cam’ron , Memphis Bleek
Yeah
yeah,
nigga
Just
blazin'
this
shit,
ya
heard?
It's
ya
main
man
I'm
back
niggaz
holla
My
break
I'm
fresh
off
it
I
never
change
I'm
stuck
in
these
ways
Nike
Airs
sweats
and
Taurus
But
I'm
a
do
it
for
my
enemies
They
wanna
end
my
chill
wanna
see
what
that
villa
be
Now
what
that
sound
like?
Plus
they
know
what
a
clip
get
down
like
Turn
bags
from
bladders
legs
to
wheels
paint
it
peels
'Cuz
you
fuckin'
wit'
a
nigga
that'll
jump
out
raise
the
steel
I
live
this
way
it's
real
dog
no
joke
Blow
smoke
in
ya
bitch
face
piss
in
ya
wheels
Slap
ya
custies,
clap
your
workers,
dead
the
strip
Stick
ya
connect,
yap
ya
bitch
So
let
it
be
known
I'm
back
for
my
grizzly
The
sergeant,
the
cap,
the
mac
holds
60
For
rookies
and
vets
I'll
bang
'til
it
click
So
run
and
tell
ya
duela
the
ruger
come
wit'
two
clips,
dog
M
easy
won't
leave
my
hood
need
me
Pop
fa'
sheezy
who
don't
believe
me?
We
all
criminals
but
live
like
a
diplomat
We
get
low
when
the
dough
low
get
it
back
Here
is
something
you
can't
understand
How
I
could
just
kill
a
man
for
killa
cam
Me
and
my
Roc
killa
fam,
top
billers
man
We
run
the
spot,
drop
ceilings
fam
Hit
the
wall
drop
ceiling
fans
Listen
boar,
man
I
show
you
how
to
fill
a
van
Up
with
killers
man
and
line
the
trunk
Keep
a
stash
box
for
the
nine
and
the
pump
The
coach
walk
you
through
and
he
grind
you
up
What
chu
want
the
dope
or
the
weed?
How
you
want
it
packaged,
in
the
cap
or
the
bag?
How
you
want
me
packin'
wit'
the
mac
or
the
mag?
Yeah
that
bent
get
back,
but
listen
scrap
act
real
fast
And
keep
a
wack
that'll
gag
ya
back
Block
style
from
ya
swagger,
ya
swacks
It's
the
broad
street
bully
bitch
I
bully
niggaz
on
the
broadest
streets
I
house
niggaz
on
the
narrowest
block
Know
my
rules
when
the
barrel
get
hot
When
the
gun
blows
and
the
shots
fall
and
the
smoke
clear
Man
I
be
hearin'
you
murder
Nobody
hit
up
in
the
cross
'cuz
I'm
observin'
Nobody
be
missin'
your
loss
'cuz
you
deserved
it
South
Philly
niggaz
kill
at
will,
I
keep
my
Mac-Milli
chilly
chill
On
the
really
real
'Fore
I
make
you
niggaz
feel
this
steel
Go
'head
stupid
niggaz
go
fuck
wit'
them
chicks
I'm
the
third
little
piggy
I'm
a
fuck
wit'
them
pricks
Better
yet
the
bakery
I
got
pies
and
cakes
Nigga
think
doublin'
is
turnin'
5 to
8
I
turn
8 to
20,
20
to
100,
100
to
1000
That
to
100,
000,
in
front
a
housin'
Closed
'em
all
down
dog,
no
one's
allowed
in
I'm
coppin'
everything
I'm
done
wit'
browsin'
It's
the
top
don,
glock
palm,
dot
com
Get
your
shit
rocked
ma
like
Haseem
Rahman
And
I'm
extra
scary
CEO's
all
the
frontin'
ain't
necessary,
I
fuck
wit'
secretaries
All
for
information
it
ain't
necessary
They
in
love
like
the
14th
of
February
Play
'em
like
April
1st
right
before
I
slide
off
It
could
be
March
2nd,
sound
like
July
4th
Halloween
or
Memorial
Day
At
your
memorial
be
one
year
from
today
All
y'all
think
it's
peace
and
peachy
I
leave
you
reesy
piecy
all
my
bitches
rock
Christian
Dior,
BCBG
'Round
phony
niggaz
get
the
heeby
jeebies
Hungry
hoes
say
"Killa
feed
me
feed
me"
Calm
down
ma,
easy,
easy
Talk
greasy,
please
me,
get
my
man
wheezy
Still
rock
ellesses,
to
squeeze
appease
me
He
ain't
no
tease
but
measly
Not
doggy's
angels
killa
please
believe
me
You
now
rollin'
with
them
thugs
from
the
R
O
C
Niggaz
wanna
despise
the
team
Roc
a
fella
When
the
shit
gets
down
you
know
who's
doin'
the
poppin
Killa
easy
Fuck
those
who
disagree,
my
bullets
you
get
'em
free
Roc
a
Roc
a
Roc
a
Roc
a
Roc
a
Roc
a
Roc
in
this
muh
muh
muhfucka
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3 Live My Life (Leave Me Alone) - Album Version (Edited)
4 Come Home With Me - Album Version (Edited)
5 Welcome To New York City - Album Version (Edited)
6 Hey Ma
7 On Fire Tonight - Album Version (Edited)
8 I Just Wanna - Album Version (Edited)
9 Dead Or Alive - Album Version (Edited)
10 The Roc (Just Fire) - Album Version (Edited)
11 Boy Boy - Album Version (Edited)
12 Tomorrow - Album Version (Edited)
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