| yall aint f**kin with the ROC nigga
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| you dont want it with the FRE nigga
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| yall aint f**kin with them jake one beats nigga
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| cause we spittin… the truth… and nothin else
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| all my real fans did you miss him
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| these youngins might not know em but they feel him
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| free just startin i aint stoppin till the millions
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| im as raw as pickin cotton wit ya bare hands
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| this is state prop game rockefella fan
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| im ya favorite flow-ers flower you can call him
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| and ask him
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| hell tell you that i spit it liek i spit it befoe
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| listen fella this rockafella we invented the flow
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| cause packin dimes in the cella
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| when nas had his tec in the dressa
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| now i pass checks to bank tellas nigga
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| feely freeza had a black smitha nd western
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| but black smith and western started recin they shows
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| they was enterin the stage i was enterin the stage too
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| you jsut start doin it
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| i did it befoe
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| who you
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| free original, im in the buiuldin with a hard core vintage flow i get the doh
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| im the truth
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| you aitn f**kin with the RSE neither
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| and you aint f**kin wit that borther ali believe it
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| and you aint f**kin with them jake one beats
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| (now everyone wants to know the truth about a brotha name. ali)
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| j roll that beat out like a red carpet
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| i put that blood red target to yo head spark it
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| directly out the can im marchin like im rev sharpten
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| bet im starvin like its free breathe his heads stauntin
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| look liek im shar-croppin
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| cooped up sqattin in a studio apartment
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| food stamps up in the pocket mixin tuna with the vomet
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| boosted a few bottles of baby food out the market
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| you aint grew in this environment
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| so who are you to comment
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| hungry pacin in a bus station wit my nuts hanging but i nvr sold bass mutha
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| f**k rangin
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| shit just sweatin in my up brangin
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| none of us is above scrapin my brothers so i dont judge nathan
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| to my my buddy sangly
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| then one got takin out toe tagged
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| f**k that
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| rather be taken out but naked
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| i say it real im afraid of bein killed
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| seein my kids raise in hell
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| me and ray in jail
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| in them dones i been sketchin since im seven
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| got collected by my brethren, now its my profession
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| big music industry instead im gettin mentioned
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| but the few that do zoom in respect me as a legend
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| f**k that im a reverend
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| the feelin freeza wit the street preacha settin up shop teachin the lessons
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| these are not jsut words
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| we tell you in the booth
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| that feelin you just got in yo stomach is the proof
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| we the truth
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| you aint f**kin with the roc nigga
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| you aitn f**kin with the RSE neitha
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| you atin f**kin with them jake one beats nigga |