All I Need Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay-z

It's the Roc! Wooo! 

My gear is right... (check) 

My bucket is low... (check) 

My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... 

Fuck it... 

I guess I got my swagger back 

Mama that said I killed her man 

Well I guess I got the dagger back 

It's the Roc bastards we are BACK! 

In the heezy 

Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) 

Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) 

Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey! 

All I need is the love of my crew 

The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through 

And all... I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like 

Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... 

Now understands we can't be stopped 

From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops 

Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty 

A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) 

Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me 

Better watch and observe me 

And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar 

I set fire to your empire 

I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires 

Yes I-ah... Jay I-ah... 

Double G-A livewire nigga holla back 

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[CHORUS] 

All I need... 

Rocawear... (check) 

Nike Airs... (check) 

Mean bucket... (uh huh) 

Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) 

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride 

All I need... 

That new coupe (got that) 

A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) 

A sunny day some chicks that wanna play 

And I'll be on my way 

Photos 

C'mon... now... 

All I need in this world o' sin 

Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) 

I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue 

When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) 

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) 

A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch 

Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) 

But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script 

Now all... I...need is a high-priced lawyer 

Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you 

And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew 

Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue 

In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do 

When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you 

But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew? 

R to the O to the C comin' true 

[CHORUS] 

Listen... 

The cream too long, my team too strong 

Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone 

Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) 

Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) 

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith 

Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman [giggle] 

Any given Sunday gunplay's optional 

However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) 

Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole 

Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit 

Plus the jab is sick, and it's that quick 

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six 

Now run along wit'cha little ass hits 

Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS 

Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers 

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk 

When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed 

In the hospital lookin' at F*U*C*K for months 

Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk 

And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps... 

We've got no respect 

No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him? 

Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? 

All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby 

[CHORUS] 

Listen... 

(All I need) 

Rocafella Records... 

Freeway... 

Oskino and Sparks... 

Chris & Neef 

(All I need) 

Mickey and Mallory... 

Broad Street Bully... 

M-Extra Money, ha... 

YOUNG! 

(All I need) 

H to the izzo... 

CLUE! 

Rell... 

Uh huh... yeah, yeah... 

(All I need)