Can't stop us from coppin' bottles while we clubbin'
I'm not done, I'm Omilio an' interviews
That be thinkin' Mack Milli ain't really from the streets
The fitted tilt to the left, the shirt blend with the sweats
Those seen here, we'll lead you forever
It's the R.O.C. forever, tell the public, huh
I'm the grrr mean green, out the money machine
Listen hon, twist of one, this Armi, sip some
We don't like it, no, we love it
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H.O., Bleek
An' we will not leave you, never
They can't fuck with us
An' my vest, just like that, for them niggas
All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me
Don't get it confused, doin' what we do
It ain't a game, niggas know that they 'Toys R Us'
I'm the one, man, I'm money, hoes, clothes an' shows
Thought you could hold Sparks in the hood
When I'm done, make a run with the Roc, Rock Air Force 1's
To do with your ho, all wrapped in one
I hated once when I'm back, give it up to Neef
With my mack an' my tech
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast
Roll up on him don't budge, bitch
You get nothin', we get enough spins
Quick fast, like rapid refund
Through customs, cops can't bust him
Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come
All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us
Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella records
I'm not done, man, I'm the shit after it's all said an' done
It's Young C, Young C, home of Philly, young an' hungry
We don't like it, we love it
We're controllin' the game from now on
Introducin'
Call me P.C., tempers feelin', I peel, look how I'm killin' the wheel
It's young Free, move, workin' the wheel
When he popped his cuz, thinkin' them slugs'll fly
Thinkin I'm off my job, but I'm on like Chris
Hand jerkin' the V, busters don't let you crossed the line
I'm the one, young H.O., a game of none
An' you like it, all those haters talkin' shit
I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it
The one to cop one, come back for another one
An' you like it, all them haters talkin' shit
An' we will not leave you, never
It's Neef Buck, Neef Buck, out the cut, out the cut
Those seen here, we'll lead you forever
Yeah, it's the world reknown, internationally connected
It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151
Young Easy up on the Just Blaze production
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung?
It's Hov, the hustler, I'm havin' one hell of a run
Your girls skirts invest, she undressin', don't stare
An' every hood in the world discussin' me
That black mask, black glove shit
Check the picture nigga back in the bill
An' our voices will ring together as one
You can't fuck wit
