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(Pain in da Ass)
You know...we'd always call each other Roc-a-Fellas like you say to somebody "Your gonna like this guy, he's one of us, he's Roc-a-Fella".....ya understand? we're the Roc-a-Fellas.....gangsta....but not just any rapper could be made I mean to become a member of Roc-a-Fella, you gotta be 100% from the street that can trace your name all the way back to your old hood.
See it's the highest honor they can give you. Means you belong to a dynasty. Means nobody can fk around with you. Also means you could fk around with anyone just as long as they weren't a member of Roc-a-Fella.
It's like a license to steal. It's like a license to do anything. And with Jay stepping down.... it was Bleek's turn to be made.
OK! I REALODED!
(Memphis Bleek)
Chyea...you know.....it's young eaze...
Get low...in the building...(yea)....we back....
M.A.D.E......everybody ready (ready?)
It's that new s**t ya hear.......
Yo gu...lets do it for these ....
"Ayo Roc-a-Fella Records, running the streets reckless
get low the future, you gotta respect it"
The hood still in back of me, gun still beside of me
still for the street, hoe's they wanna ride with me
Big crib like I just hit lottery
like ya'll can't see a nigg* straight from poverty
The ghetto or gutter where you don't come around
some dudes make records, they say they underground but
I choose not to go that far cuz I was born here pa
I don't gotta write bars
You see my scars, and you know my story
I'm all for the war, I'm bout' guts and glory
Them other dudes fk with ya'll I can't do it
I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music
I put the beat on murda or roll the weed up
put it on the street, one week watch it heat up
Heavy rotation rockin' on hot nine, (Hot 97)
you get your money right cuz I got mind
And it's....
(Hook)
I've been in it since nine six, before I could drive whips
the focus on gettin paid, before +Coming of Age+
they understand the border became a man
loyal to all my peeps this why I did for the fam
Who the fk-want-what
None of you Im right back
cuz I aint done wit' the buisness
Them owe me a check, owe me respect
I give you that good game, I told you I've been made
And it's.......
(Hook)
And I'm from M to the A to the R-C-Y
so many be hatin' they don't want me to ride
but, you see bleek just living his life
instead you wanna see a nigg* throwin that iron
Well, so be it.......
It's many dudes in the team that ain't family now
and ya'll see it
Dynasty though, it remain the same
so everytime you throw it up
you know who changed the game homie
The Roc army, get low and state property
caked up in real estate, they never play monopoly
But why them wanna act all aggy'
cuz of the bigger plate and I got more baggies
But s**t where's the love, I could tell you there aint
nuttin over here but new guns and slugs
And it's all about the butter, you ain't listen baby boy
that the Roc will never lose, we just build and detroy
And it's........
"Roc-a-Fella Records, running the streets reckless
get low the future, you gotta respect it"