Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Roc (Just Fire) , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Roc (Just Fire) |
| 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 (uh?) |
| 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 u 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 on my grizzly |
| The Sargeant, the Cap, the mac holds six feet |
| 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 understaaaaaaaaand |
| 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 (you ain’t here!) |
| Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I’m observin'(you ain’t here!) |
| 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… |
| (Killa! Killa!) |
| Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit’them chicks |
| I’m the third little piggy, I’m-a fuck wit’them bricks |
| 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 |
| CEOs 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 Weezy |
| 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… |
| 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 *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a *scratches* Roc-a-roc-a |
| ROC in this muh *scratches* muh-muhfucka… |