Young Chris — Roc Army слова | Young Chris — Roc Army текст песни

[DJ Clue]
Part 1!
[Memphis Bleek]
The Roc!
Roc, yeah y’all it’s the Roc
[DJ Clue]
New shit, Roc Army
[Scratches (Jay-Z)]
«Memph, Memph, Memph, Memph Bleek» <--- Memphis Bleek (Roc-a-fella is the Army) "Mac, Mac, Mac" <--- Beanie Sigel "Sparks, O" <--- Jay-Z (Roc-a-fella is the Army) "Lil Chris, Lil Neef" <--- Beanie Sigel "Freeway" <--- Jay-Z (Roc-a-fella is the Army) "Killa," "Cam'Ron" <--- Cam'Ron "Jigga" <--- Jay-Z ("R-O-C Niggas") <--- Jay-Z (Roc-a-fella is the Army) [DJ Clue over the chorus] Jay-Z, Peedi Crakk Cam'Ron, Freeway What Clue [Jay-Z] Illest since the Row had it, nigga now the Roc got it Nigga get you blocka'ed lean em like a dope addict Hov the hustler, CD's a coke habit Ya dancing wit the devil, muh'fuckas is slow draggin (C'MON) Hov is big homie, Beanie is the co-captain [Freeway] I'll A.K. ya tee, don't forget about Free Chris and Neef, Sparks and Oski All my niggas on the streets get low with M. Bleek (Whew!) Who the fuck want what [Cam'Ron] It's the newest addition, mathematician Cracks in the kitchen, multiplication Rocks that I slash with precision Killa Cam Motherfucker [Freeway (Cam'Ron)] We got gats tearin the basement Mac in the car, clap from a distance (Kill ya man motherfucker) They track stars, half of them racin Run from the gate, straight to the district Freeway motherfucker These hatin niggas testing my patience (C'mon) Reach for the Smith-n (Chorus) [DJ Clue over the chorus] Dame Dash Dream Team [Sparks] ?Joey

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F*** yawl remix
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