Jay-zAs One

We're the ones with the flame ("Yeah") We're the fire that remains ("Turn Rell up a little bit") We're controllin' the game from now on ("Huh") Yeah! It's the world reknown Internationally connected Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused ("Roc, baby") Doin' what we do ("It's The Roc, baby") B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek ("You understand") Introducin' It's Young see ("Young see!") Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies want to fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck!") Out the cut ("Out the cut!") All the haters want to claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys are Us They can't fuck with us I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the, mean green out the money machine I'm not done I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood And you like it All those haters talking shit we don't like it We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring ("ring") together As one It's young Free Move, workin' the wheel Hand jerkin' the V Busters don't let you crossed the line Thinking I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cause Thinking them slugs'll fly Call me P.C. Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel The fitted tilt to the left The shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts invest She undressin', don't stare Check the picture nigga I'm the one Young H-O, a game of one What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with The Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck wit Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production You get nothin' We get enough spins Can't stop us from copping bottles while we clubbin' It's the are-O-see forever, tell the public, huh! Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring ("ring") together As one
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