Jay Z Roc Army Lyrics

Roc Army Lyrics

[DJ Clue]
Part 1!

[Memphis Bleek]
The Roc!

[Jay-Z]
Roc,
yeah y'all it's the Roc

[DJ Clue]
New shit, Roc
Army

(Chorus)
[Scratches (Jay-Z)]
"Memph, Memph, Memph, Memph
Bleek" <--- Memphis Bleek
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)
"Mac, Mac, Mac"
<--- Beanie Sigel
"Sparks, O" <--- Jay-Z
(Roc-a-fella is the
Army)
"Lil Chris, Lil Neef" <--- Beanie Sigel
"Freeway" <---
Jay-Z
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)
"Killa," "Cam'Ron" <---
Cam'Ron
"Jigga" <--- Jay-Z
("R-O-C Niggas") <---
Jay-Z
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)

[DJ Clue over the chorus]
Jay-Z,
Peedi Crakk
Cam'Ron, Freeway What
Clue

[Jay-Z]
Illest since the
Row had it, nigga now the Roc got it
Nigga get you blocka'ed lean em like a
dope addict
Hov the hustler, CD's a coke habit
Ya dancing wit the devil,
muh'fuckas is slow draggin (C'MON)
Hov is big homie, Beanie is the
co-captain

[Freeway]
I'll A.K. ya tee, don't forget about
Free
Chris and Neef, Sparks and Oski
All my niggas on the streets get low
with M. Bleek (Whew!)
Who the fuck want what

[Cam'Ron]
It's the
newest addition, mathematician
Cracks in the kitchen,
multiplication
Rocks that I slash with precision
Killa Cam
Motherfucker

[Freeway (Cam'Ron)]
We got gats tearin the
basement
Mac in the car, clap from a distance
(Kill ya man
motherfucker)
They track stars, half of them racin
Run from the gate,
straight to the district
Freeway motherfucker
These hatin niggas testing
my patience (C'mon)
Reach for the Smith-n

(Chorus)

[DJ Clue
over the chorus]
Dame Dash
Dream Team

[Sparks]
?Joey froggy
bucky? man about these bucks
Dudes wanna get there burners and buck me
(Sparks, Oschino!)
Send they young bucks to trump me
Separate me from the
family
Bottle me up, that's why keep the Nina
Hollow it up
(Whew!)

[Oschino]
Follow em up
Guns drawn, no reasons, no
speeches
Just hollows heat seakin (C'mon!)
You really wanna piece of the
Roc?

[Jay-Z]
Nigga get you blocka'ed

[Young Chris]
Ayo,
Chris wanna see blood (Young)
It's on sight like a Crip when he see
Blood

[Peedi Crakk]
Young Chris be easy, it's ya boy Peedi
Roll
wit me or ride against me
Make it look easy how I empty out in ya
Bentley
I'm a close range shooter, blow flames out the Ruger
Losins for
Losers, I got my zoo back from the devil and I could
Cut ya face and throw
the knife in the swewy
The block captain, clappin a gatlin at Sam
Bouey
Kiss Madre

(Chorus)

[DJ Clue over the chorus]
DJ
Clue, Dame Dash
C'mon Man!
Dream Team Part 1
Stupid