E Ba** - 1, 2 Y'all lyrics

[Into: (Memphis Bleek)] Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce) Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one Yeah, Yo, Yo.. [Hook: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n***a we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Memphis Bleek] I tote P89's on me all the time My rhymes is serious I'm k**'em every time While I'm... sunk in that 745.. IL Feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride) So I ride n***a feel me on cruise control Game tight n***a lose your ho I smoke... take a few pulls of the reefer Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever Need some so I check the beeper Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina Get it right the game still remain And I'm married to the sh**, you n***as still engaged Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP! If you n***as wanna jump at the ROC! You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want to Yea Ease the same I bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now thats game) All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa'sho You know Ease the truth, they say s** is a weapon You'll be dead when I shoot [Hook: (Memphis Bleek)] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n***a we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Geda K] Yea... Yea.. It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin'em Doe doublin b**h n***as not discussin'em Block tick rabbit when I'm finger f**in'em f** a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with'em It's Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'s Probably with your b**h, playin the backseat And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill with it Type to get rid of and never go to the crib with her sh**, I move according to plans and still visit... park And still kick it and pick my n***as up And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc'n Live from BR-double-O-klyn, b**h its Get Low let me know whats up If you get it the truck get in position to f** I'm ghetto, Errol Flynn, hot like h**n, young pimps thoro'in I pimp through their boroughs in Ya better keep your chicks intact... cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack [Hook: (Memphis Bleek) + *Lil' Cease*] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n***a we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh *uh huh* 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh *Cease A Leo* 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Lil' Cease] Aright, check it out... check it out..Uh oh..Uh oh... Yo Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine My n***as on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise) Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin us When it come to rappin ain't noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa!) It's ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. on top of us Get Low firing my Phillie n***as ride with us (reloading noise) Dutch this blunt up if you wanna get high with us (puffing noise) BK yo we reppin, I'm like cash... everywhere I'm accepted From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi I keep it all hood till the day that I die [Hook: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}] 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya {GET LOW!!} Dirty Get Low n***a we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh {WOO!!} 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!} Yea... Yea... Yea [Jay-Z] Uh Oh.. Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back And lock the streets again,ain't no policing him Got cops on the payroll, k**ers on the lay low n***as be careful what you sayin on that radio I nextel radio n***as have'em at the radio before you exhale n***a The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag Send them words back in your mouth... out ya a** Talkin sh**, all you get is cleaned the f** up I ain't steamed the f** up either Hire the team of me, myself, and I-rene I come through and lean you f**er, I'm tryin to keep n***as from k**ing you You still talkin sh** to me, you not as smart as you appear to be I got dum-dums for dumb-dumbs I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in a right hand f** like whoa, got a flow like damn The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam No disrespect intended But if you offended can't take it back... handle your business I'm just statin' facts, the whole worlds against us And we will not surrender, and we will survive Turn out ya lights like Teddy Pender-Gra** Get ready for the coldest winter as, I proceed.. [Hook: (Memphis Bleek)] Yea, Yo, Yo.. 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia 1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low n***a we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea