Jay-zAll I Need

It's the Roc! Wooo! My gear is right... (check) My bucket is low... (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... F**k 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 b******s 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 n***a been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young n****s 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 n***a holla back [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 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 b***h Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) But no adlibbin' n***a 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 n***a muhfuckas'll sue In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you But real n****s don't fret cuz the number one crew? Are 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 n****s 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 n****s 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 s**t 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 a** hits Read my rap sheet n***a, 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 M*A*S*H 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 fu***n' wit' him? Matta'fact, why you fu***n' wit' them? All ya'll need is the are-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)
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