Текст (слова) песни: Memphis Bleek f Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil` Ceas - 1, 2 Y`all

 
[Into: (Memphis Bleek)] 
Ya know, it`s the... ROC (bounce) 
Yea I see ya, let`s go... drop one 
Yeah, Yo, Yo.. 
 
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 
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 nigga we gotcha 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
Yea... Yea... Yea 
 
[Memphis Bleek] 
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 nigga feel me on cruise control 
Game tight nigga lose your hoe 
I smoke... take a few pulls of the refer 
Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever 
Need some so I check the beeper 
Before B.I.G. pasted he passed the number to Katrina 
Get it right the game still remain 
And I`m married to the shit, you niggas still engaged 
Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP! 
If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC! 
You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want to 
Yea Ease the same 
I bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now thats game) 
All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa`sho 
You know Ease the truth, they say sex is a weapon 
You`ll be dead when I shoot 
 
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 
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 nigga we gotcha 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
Yea... Yea... Yea 
 
[Geda K] 
Yea... Yea.. 
It`s Get Low and the ROC ain`t a click out touchin`em 
Doe doublin bitch niggas not discussin`em 
Block tick rabbit when I`m finger fuckin`em 
Fuck 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 t.v.`s 
Probably with your bitch, 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 
Shit, I move according to plans and still visit... park 
And still kick it and pick my niggas up 
And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc`n 
Live from PR or Oakland, bitch its Get Low let me know whats up 
If you get it the truck get in postion to fuck 
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 
 
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + *Lil` Cease*] 
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 nigga we gotcha 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh *uh huh* 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh *Cease A Leo* 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
Yea... Yea... Yea 
 
[Lil` Cease] 
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 niggas 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 Haaa!) 
It`s ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. on top of us 
Get Low firing my Phillie niggas 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 
 
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}] 
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 {GET LOW!!} 
Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh {WOO!!} 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh {WOO!!} 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh {I`M DANCIN!} 
Yea... Yea... Yea 
 
[Jay-Z] 
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 
Niggas becareful what you sayin on LayYy LowWw 
Are nextel radio niggas have`em at the radio before you exhale nigga 
The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag 
Send them words back in your mouth... out ya ass 
Talkin shit, all you get is cleaned the fuck up 
I ain`t steamed the fuck up either 
Hire the team but me, myself, and I-rene 
I come through and lean you fucker, I`m tryin to keep niggas from killing you 
You still talkin shit 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 
Fuck 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 staten facts, the whole worlds against us 
And we will not surrender, and we will survive 
Turn out ya lights like Teddy Penta-Grass 
Get ready for the coldest winter ass, I proceed.. 
 
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)] 
Yea, 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 nigga we gotcha 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh 
Yea... Yea... Yea
 

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