| Yo, yo, yo, it’s tha roc in tha house
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| Nigga, we got Hype-D here, we fixin' to go down
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| You know what it is tha song is hell no
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| Yo, I’m Bleek and this is tha ROC, yo, let’s spit at 'em
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| When you up in tha club nobody showin' ya love
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| You say, hell no
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| When yo girl call up a snitch and she call you a bitch
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| What you say? |
| Hell no
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| When you start beff and it get start
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| What cha say? |
| Hell yeah
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| When tha ROC is in tha house
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| What cha? |
| Hell yeah
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| First it was Bleek then it was tha Reff
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| Then it was Chris and Neff, now who back in tha game?
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| Who take ya fame? |
| Who dash dame? |
| How he get fame?
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| 'Cause look nigga, I’m a crook, I got tha mood
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| I like some of y’all niggas but I’ll eat ya food
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| Just like anybody else would so do what cha can do
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| When I lock 'n' load and head to tha boat
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| And take ya black coat and take ya 9
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| Take ya fine take ya dine Hype-d, Roc, Memph Bleek
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| Smokin' tha reff, growin' tha leaf, startin' beff
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| Stealin' ya lines and beats and packin' tha heats
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| Steppin' on ya toes and fuckin' ya hoes
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| Nigga, I bust ya ass up and then take ya cup
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| So throw ya hands in tha air like ya don’t care
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| And face ya fears 'cause when I come through expect to die
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| 'Cause nigga, ya will be fried, niggas don’t crie
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| But I know you do you fake
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| You can’t compete with me you’z ain’t free
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| I smoke on trees and I trap and rap in tha atl
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| Shit, I can put ya shit in a basket and ship it to Alaska
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| Don’t fuck with D or hey girl, just call me Hype-D
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| 14 in tha rap game takin' ya fame
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| Ain’t that said you faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs are chessy
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| Listen to me ya know me, I ain’t gotta be D
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| I’m hype to tha D, don’t ya see?
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| Or H to tha I to tha l nigga, you goin' to hell
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| So ring tha bell and shut tha fuck up
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| Before I get some girls just to buck yo ass up
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| I know they can, nigga, I ain’t scared
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| You weared out, that ain’t no doubt
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| I rap forever, I’m here forever
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| Rev up tha rever and take tha teveria
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| Got tha marriata and 45 choopa Z and 9's lock 'n' load that shit
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| And then hit 'em up and for all my hoes
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| I’m gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink
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| And yo, I’m here and I’m under 14 with a black card, nigga
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| You act hard, nigga, you soft as a pop tart
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| You want beff, I got ya beff, come steal my reff or smoke ya own
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| I don’t knock ya hustle, I just bust it and then I cut it
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| So this is a southern toast and have a boast and get tha roast
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| This is bars, just don’t know how many
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| Hey to all ya snitch niggas, go suck on y’all’s mommas tittys |