We on the corner serving that rock n roll, rock n roll, rock n roll Posted on the corner with that rock n roll, r-r-rock n roll Willie Nelson nigga, we
When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned with God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we
know everybody And if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevys 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to
I.G. at war, motherFUCKERS B.I.G. ... we proceed .. to give you, what you need I am.. as we proceed .. to give you all what you need motherFUCKERS B.I
buggin and buckin at niggaz like I was duck huntin dumbin out just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway) [Chorus: Fat joe (With B.
break da doors, let's roll, let's roll come on let's hit da club, let's roll, let's roll, come on We got them cute chicks, party chicks, stripper chicks We
wildlife Straight kidnappin' and carjackin' Yo its the wildlife Nigga fuck scrappin', we all packin' I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin' the turf Straight to the dirt We
with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Uh
hah (What y'all wanna do hah?) (What y'all wanna do hah?) Nobody wanna handle it As we proceed (What y'all wanna do hah?) To give you what you need (
say, he'll tell me what to do Yo you go get Joe and all the rhymes you made And we'll go to the bank and we can all get paid Cruisin' down the block
STANDS THE STANDS AMERICA'S TAKEN ARE THE REASON THAT YOU CAN IF EVERYONE WOULD GO FOR PEACE THERE'D BE NO NEED FOR WAR BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE THE DEVIL
R&B dick) I fuck Mike Sta flyway, fuck dem LaDae cats, they wack And one on of dem resemble Craig Mack I need a new edition, I need some men with vision
her hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company Where you wear dresses and you look neat and come in With your briefcase And we
is too new and different I need to be a regular like Dru Hill, a little more ill Hey Keith we want you to be ill Yeah, leave me alone Hey Keith, we
' his ho Got damn it, I'm blowed Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled I shouldn't drive
Got damn it, I'm BLOWED Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled I shouldn't drive my shit
we all don't get a chance like this shit It's hard livin' homie more than music C and Neef Dog who you got us confused with True shit we 'bout to do it