[Intro: Jay-Z]
Ha! Yeah, welcome the newest addition to the Roc
M.O.P. (BK!) Yes, yessss
Most unstoppable record label on the planet
(Get the f** up n***a) R.O.C., The Dynasty
Yessssss
[Lil' Fame]
It's the M.O.P. "Calm Down" First La Familia
Bang it out with the R.O.Cafe
Air La Familia - get famil-iar
Pop him pop him and drop him drop him until he drown
We are, beyond, phenomenon, from Brook-Nam
First n***az to make hip-hop her-on
Like a song featuring 'Pac, Biggie and The Pope
But my name is on the Walk of Fame like Bob Hope
Baby pah, I am the two-thousand and Dre say
CRAZY, baby Malik, dub-oh-izzm, izzay
She came you f*ggots (send 'em out)
with a semi, and loop to 'matic like, FOOM
Then hop in the truck
like what the fi-dduck, sounds bump like
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
It's the First Fam, laugh at y'all n***a, home peace
[Memphis Bleek]
And I'm thee, M-E, fresh out of the start
M-B 'til I dizzie, high when I re-side
I pop, pop, pop; n***a go against the Roc
I'll make his heartbeat stop
Them from Saratoga, me from Far Rockaway
Moved up in Marcy but never put the glock away
I reps, my, set
sh** I'm no Blood or Cuz, I make cuz lose blood
Talk anything, I pop it fast
Talk about clothes I done popped some tags
Talk about dram', I done popped the gat
You can talk about hoes I done popped them pads
Like G to get up in it, let my n***az live a minute
Let you n***az breathe a minute now you can't sleep a minute
Cause it's easy, dawg, back in this b**h
No peace talk n***a, it's on in this b**h
[Beanie Sigel]
Well it's the S, T, A-T-E
P-R-O-P, E-R
T, Y, State Property n***a
We knockin n***a, ain't no stoppin n***a
First a S.P. flick then the S.P. stitched it
Must admit, since a playpen gifted
And ain't no tellin what the car tune net gross
You characters like Cartoon Network
n***a what you dumb high? I wring your neck like Spongebob
Go get your sets dripped cause son dry
n***a get your crumb snatched, I ain't dumb keep the M-1
with the fully matty thug latch, get a lung 'laxed
Yes Crack, the official sh** is back
Who else can rep the heartbeat whistles of a Mac
like brrack, brrack, brrack, be in the street
like a pistol in the pack, in position with the gat
[Billy Danze]
Uhh! Beans, give me that thang, sh** is lookin strange
These young motherf**ers think it's a game
(Shorty hide ya chain) I'm on tour, I sold sh**
that hang from a rope when I spit it's goin through 'em
Now that's wha**up; I don't give a f**
about what set you throwin up - I'm from the 'Ville
where we fire, fire, fire
With intention to k** and burn down yo' entire empire f'real
The word on the street, you're sweet
The toughest sh** in your ruggedest song is the beat
You irrelevant a** n***a
You pro-fessional, bi-s**ual, dilettante a** n***a
(Get ready to blast n***a) If not, take flight
Say M.O., think O, and get it right
Cause when the "Warriorz" come through, you're low
See me B-I-double-L-Y D-A-N-Z-ini I'm gone
[Jay-Z: repeat 2X]
It's the R-O-C Cafe, y'knahmean?
M.O.P., Billy Danze, you slept, y'knahmean?
Memph Bleek, Young and Mack, y'knahmean?
Get back, y'knahmean? Get clapped, y'knahmean?
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Crack! Young! Gunz! Geah!
(And the question is) {That's it that's all}
You gotta love it
(What exactly) It's the O.G.
(Did you n***az expect?) Young
Ride out, ride out (Fitzroy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[fades out]