This for my thug, thug

Drug, drug

And guns, guns

Come on, come on

Come on, it's the ROC nigga

Yo, yo



Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs

Show no love and my guns bust

And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks

You niggas out here gone do what?

Nothing but talk about it

You niggas ain't bout it, bout it

You see Bleek

J-I-G from the hat to sneaks

Dem them jordans but what's important

You niggers scheming

I told y'all, I got my mind right

And my money right

I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right

The game nigga love it, leave it

It ain't gone change nigga

From my hood to your hood

This shit the same nigga

You see me hopping out

Coping that Bel Öv

I ride for my family

Fuck could you tell me

Its ROC La Familia

No one down with us

No one ride with us

No one side with us

We came gunning

Busting fuck it, it aint nothing

I got mine now get yours

And nigga stop frontin'



[1] Still these niggers hate me

But I sit back and laugh

I got cash, I play the back

And I be counting my math

And they will never play me

I got guns, I got ones, I got sons

I got niggas who could get that done



And still these niggers hate me

But I sit back and laugh

I got cash, I play the back

And I be counting my math

And they will never play me

I got guns, I got ones, I got sons

I got niggas who could get that done



Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump

Or letting that pistol blow

Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat

I hear them saying

He only sold half a mill

You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal

So go ahead with that dumb shit

I push tinted SUVÒs

Which is one bitch

With that fifth in just one clip

My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?

Ma im dissing everyone

And everyone feel they involve

Who ever hating

Contemplating about my situations

Wanna know my moves

Wanna find out if a nigga station

Wanna know the coÒds

Wanna know if I get low my company

Do I got chrome

Nigger donÒt compare me to Jay-Z

I pop my collar, hollar

All about the drama blowing scama

Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana

But you lames hating

Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons

Taking pictures, hitting switches

Pulling over bad bitches

I'm laying right

My dogs stay they eating right

Guns looking right

And dog I bust them right

For that brick

For that check

For that coke

For that flow

Dog I let's them go

Set up shop and blow



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