Ya know, it's the ROC
(Bounce)
Yeah, I see ya, let's go, drop one
Yeah, yo, yo

1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, *****, we gotcha

1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I tote P89's on me all the time
My rhymes is serious, I'm kill 'em every time
While I'm sunk in that 745
I am feel like a jet when I ride
(When I ride)

So, I ride, *****, feel me on cruise control
Game tight, *****, lose your hoe
I smoke take a few pulls of the refer
Ridin' under the tint, doin' the deuce fever

Need some, so, I check the beeper
Before B.I.G. Pasted, he p***ed the number to Katrina
Get it right, the game still remain
And I'm married to the ****, you *****s still engaged

Nothin' change, twelve gage still pop
If you *****s wanna jump at the ROC
You can come, witcha block, if you want to
Yeah, ease the same

I bet it all on dice, so, I could freeze the chain
(Now, that's game)
All you hoes is a show, ma fa'sho
(Your truck come with a chaffeur?)
You know, ease the truth, they say *** is a weapon
You'll be dead when I shoot

1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, *****, we gotcha

1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin 'em
Doe doublin' *****, *****s not discussin 'em
Block tick rabbit ,when I'm finger ***kin 'em
***k a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with 'em

It's Geda K, the young horse and M. Ease of course we gettin' cheese
Draw we don't squeeze and SUV's on two-fours with TV's
Probably with your *****, playin' the backseat
And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill with it

Type to get rid of and never go to the crib with her
****, I move according to plans and still visit park
And still kick it and pick my *****s up
And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc'n

Live from PR or Oakland, *****, it's Get Low, let me know what's up
If you get it the truck get in postion to ***k
I'm ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro'in
I pimp through their boroughs in
Ya better keep your chicks intact 'cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack

1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, *****, we gotcha

1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Aright, check it out, check it out, uh, oh, uh, oh, yo
Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE
BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My *****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams

Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya
Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers
(Camera flash noise)
Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin' us
When it come to rappin', ain't noboby stoppin' us dog
(Ha, ha)

It's ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin' on side, B.I.G. on top of us
Get Low firing my Phillie *****s ride with us
(Reloading noise)
Dutch this blunt up if you wanna get high with us
(Puffing noise)
BK yo we reppin', I'm like cash everywhere I'm accepted
From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood till the day that I die

1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, *****, we gotcha

1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, oh
Raps in trouble, HOV 'bout to double back
And lock the streets again, ain't no police and him
Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low
*****s, be careful what you sayin' on Lay Low

Are Nextel radio *****s have 'em at the radio before you exhale, *****?
The cats out the bag but blast out the mag
Send them words back in your mouth out ya ***
Talkin' ****, all you get is cleaned the ***k up

I ain't steamed the ***k up either
Hire the team but me, myself and Irene
I come through and lean you ***ker, I'm tryin to keep *****s from killing you
You still talkin **** to me, you now as smart as you appear to be

I got dum-dums for dumb-dumbs
I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in a right hand
***k like whoa, got a flow like damn
The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam

No disrespect intended
But if you offended, can't take it back, handle your business
I'm just statin' facts, the whole worlds against us
And we will not surrender and we will survive
Turn out ya lights like Teddy Penta-Gr***
Get ready for the coldest winter ***, I proceed

Yeah, yo, yo
1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, *****, we gotcha

1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah