Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
Memph Bleek, (Jigga) Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heard
It's a Dynasty, who do you believe?
Jiggaman, mo' better, mo' cheddar
Fo' knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, ho killers
Fo'-wheelers, we gorillas
Oh please feel us, we heat holders
Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't steal us
The plot thickens, the block clickin'
We got the game tied up, stop trippin'
Jiggaman, huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uh
The fire I spit burnt down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
Like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
Fuck it, Jiggaman, huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek
Y'all dudes don't get it, come wit it
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin' look, who can stop be them?
You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us, nigga
No obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin' you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what? Amil-lion, yeah
Memph Bleek, huh? Sigel Sigel come on
With your bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggas wanna front and get jumped
Bet the Ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
Puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, Jiggaman what? Memph Bleek, huh?
Amil-lion, yeah, Sigel Sigel rap
R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
From Tower to ma and pop, I move out stop
Shower your mom block, move out with Glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin' it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin' 'em up
Forty-five ACP, lemon squeeze, lime 'em up
You want, drama what, well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wasn't me, dawg, the high will do it
I used to wild off embalming fluid
I sent niggas to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it, I'm a beast
Shit, niggas always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
When they motherfuckin peeps hit
But I don't cease nuttin', I decease somethin'
I fuck around and have you sleepin' underneath somethin'
Jiggaman what? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek, uh, Amil-lion right
Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
Holdin' the semi, leave niggas faced with a dilemma
Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
Get away no you can't, can't I surrender?
And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di'
Jiggaman, huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uh
