DJ Premier - Roll Call lyrics

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DJ Premier - Roll Call lyrics

[Intro] In the year 2000... {M-O-P} still bangin {Firing Squad!} {The last generation...} Hey, hey, hey, hey All right let me brake it down one for time for you You motherf**ers Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherf**in games [Lil' Fame] f** the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y N-I-N-E, make n***as M-I-A And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck b**h don't get in my way f** the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace Fight along with the shell aces Holler if you hear me I turn your head into a skeleton skull And leave it hollow if you hear me I keep it funky, understand me son I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run n***as see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street With my aluminum a** whoopa in the back-seat What the f** is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute But I'm hear to f** up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin [Hook: M.O.P. & Teflon] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call [Billy Danze] Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer Y'all n***as remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be Just make it loud and clear Come here n***a, I can't hear n***a I'm deaf in one ear n***a (yeah n***a) You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like We burn pipes, it's over [Hook] [Lil' Fame] I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system n***a feel me, I want my goons Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean sh** Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green sh** (First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherf**er [Billy Danze] Aiyo we live by the code of the streets Move wit our peeps Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep I put my life on the line every step of the way It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course Okay, now that we establish that n***a where the f** that money at I know you got it, and I want it Jack Just give me half of that Take the other half and get yourself another pack And I'll be back for that [Hook]

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