R O C, Memph Bleek. Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff. Yeah, yo. . Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em. I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one.
[Jay-Z]. R-O-C. Memph Bleek do it again. Jigga man, yeah. (Yeah, yeah). Missy, sho' nuff. . [Memphis Bleek]. Yo check it now, yo. Yo Hov' chose I -- I ain't gonna lie.
[Jay-Z]. R-O-C. Memph Bleek do it again. Jigga man, yeah. (Yeah, yeah). Missy, sho' nuff. . [Memphis Bleek]. Yo check it now, yo, yo. Watch y'alls eyes.
[Jay-Z]. Don't get mad at me. I don't love 'em I fuck 'em. I don't chase 'em I duck 'em. I replace 'em with another one. You had to see she keep calling me BIG.
[Voice Singing:]. . and if the summer only knew. that she was losing a friend. and a lover too. maybe she'd turn him away.
Yo [Incomprehensible]. I love, love that thing you do. And I can't get my eyes, my mind off you, I'm infatuated. And you're my baby, and you complete me.
In my life, in my life there's been heartache and pain. In my life there's been heartache and pain. There's been heartache and pain. In my life there's been heartache and pain.
[Memphis Bleek]. Yea Memph Bleek(it's not a game). Get this money(no doubt). For the Nine double(and home I am wit no trouble). I stumble thru the Jungle.
All my fans askin' me an' shit. "Yo, Bleek, what you be doin'. On your spare time an' shit?". This what I do man, check how I do, yo. . I gets high, rollin' down the I95.
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp. And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'. . Yo this is strictly a club record. Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold.
I want candy, bubble gum and taffy. Skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy. Got my pennies saved so I'm her sugar daddy. I'm her Hugh Cronyn, and she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy.
tuck in that shirt. what are those shoes?. feet off the chair. my album is blue. . i am rivahs. who are you?. shut your face. bring some glue. my glasses broke.
I be the one that they be pullin' off that fool on the flow. After we be goin' toe to toe. I holds mine, never do I be talkin' no shit. 'Cause niggaz that be talkin' that shit, always get it.
In the alley. . Oh yeah.... You know what I'm sayin'.... We peel mothafuckin' cops around here.... You can't come around here talkin' that shit. You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and.
Who wanna step into the room?. Where that nigga ren be at, makin' shit that's phat. 'cause in '95 I gotta hustle for yo ass. Droppin' shit like in the past.
Internet relationships are not real. Your heart, people steal but identities conceal. So heres a tale of warning for girls and boys. Laptop computers can be dangerous toys.
And people tried to put us down. When iTunes bumped a post-cold war sound. My generation sat at the mecca of malls. Times Square, I'm there, Via com installs.
My friend Aileen made a time machine. But was keen on keeping it shiny clean. To travel back in time had always been my dream. So, I hatched a scheme and jacked the pod like Ween.
Check out that noise in the background. I'm mad green right now, it's a biodiesel generator. I'm using it to run the computer studio for the recording of this album.