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Jay-Z - Pop 4 Roc lyrics
[Amil] (Jay-Z) (Alright yeah) Would ya love me? (Uh-huh, alright) Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo) I know ya love me (Alright) I know ya hate me (Uh Clue) Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro) Would ya hate me? I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh) [Amil] Uh, uh, uh See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip Icy ears, neck, fingers for years Got the show wild with the toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga? I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga Uh my niggas will ride for me You should see all the things they buy for me Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh [Amil] (Beanie Siegal) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Beanie Siegal] Ay yo, we gon' stop this here Get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear Forget about it you don't know me yo stop the stares I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers You know how I do six coup, top be clear You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie Y'all from whom to buy Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac Y'all soon to die Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh cuz y'all work hard at this shit Think about yo I just started this shit Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit Scary sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo I barely write But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes [Amil] (Beanie Siegal) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo, well I'm gold now Memph Man Coming Of Age and I'm grown now Sittin on chrome now I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 Guns I hold em like offensive linemen Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment Interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding [Jay-Z] We don't engage in war we elope Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range Mine's platinum his Champagne Niggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slain Y'all's was looking for me on the charts the bricks came Left the same night in the morning the chicks came I just use rap to put shit in my name The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged Contracts signed the shits in your name Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all Keep em laced some more I know you want some things I drink a lot of water mami come clean Chicks I pump her then dump her Cars we got em bumper to bumper Rap niggas y'all days are numbered Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah [Amil] (Beanie Siegal) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Jay-Z] Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O Ya heard me You are about to witness a dynasty like no other Beanie Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC Memph Bleek, Young god Ha, ha Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas |
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