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1, 2, Y'all

Yo, look I'm the best rapper not discovered

The other people raps is weak

How dey get discovered, ya can't fuck wit me

Everybody know me, I'm hype to tha D

Hangin' with the R O C, we in the place to be

Chillin' in the back of the club, popin' bub

When my spinnaz keep spinnin' all the

Ladies show me love I'm here to takeover

I was originally suppose to replace hova

Not slim thug , east cost rappers weak

They can't hang with me, B hype, D tha name

Fuck all y'all lames, I was sent to take ya fame

And change the game yo, I can spit a verse

But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game

This shit is gonna get worse one day I'm a make it big

I'm the best and this goes down to all my niggz, ohh

We pull up in them big boy trucks, big boy drops

We be the only young boys that the big boys watch

Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle

Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle

Lose breath when I hit you, your best bet is to get through

Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain

The stronger the game is quicker, live by the code fool

Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker, much faster, blast ya

Tearin' ya niggaz, we don't discriminate

Hoes get the same as niggaz, comin' straight

Out the north of death we give a fuck about a level

We extort the best, who's the boss, nigga?

I came to set it off, came to jump off

Nigga, I came to set a nine off

Maybe, a A.K., I ain't here to play

I just want to have it my way

I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of the year

So respect me, nigga

It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on

Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga

You could pass me to baby's zoo

One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah

Get it clear, now, why they lookin' for Saddam?

Weapons of mass destruction is here, I got a few in my hood

In case, a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could

Or would, pull skeet on me, I could show you first hand what's a felony

And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing

I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming, this is not, not

No, no, motherfucking game, entertain you motherfuckers

Is not why I came? It's R O C and M O P

I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin' wit my team

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Yo, check it, shit, I'm here now, where it's at?

I'm there now, when I walk through the club

The real have stare downs and I walk by

Lil' nigga, play the short guy, pockets is grown

When I cock it, it's on, you believe that

All the chickenz be where, the treez at

Car hopping bitches be where the V's at

I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib

Sometimes, I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib

Can't relax in the crib, niggaz, did max bids

Niggaz, clap shit, ain't no acting in this

You a playa? Well nigga who you working for?

'Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for?

When I ride by, I know' you looking to spray me

But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three eighty

It's the game of life, you it, so play it right

Bitches like you, Memph Bleek, yeah, right

Do that one , two, y'all there go the last call

I'm a ghetto nigga, hand always on my trigga

Now look all these, niggaz think they dat nigga

Well, you know, what I came for, ohh?

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Yessuh, y'all know, who the next up

Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh, come on

Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up

This that knock, wit Swizz and the gunnaz connect up

Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up

Yessuh, it's me, N E double to F up

Young gunz, nigga indeed, double your bets up

We double them tecs up, we silence the violence

Nigga, you fucked if you messed up

I'm in the S 5, all black, no tint

With a nice dime, all ass, no tits

Still, rippin' the glock, Bleek, playin' the block

Fuckin' with mine, M E M, gettin' it hot

I'm so rich that I'm sittin' on the lock

Me and the Roc be switchin' lanes in

The maybach , nigga, I'm hot ain't fake

Ya raps is fake so do the jump off then nigga set it off

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

Time to set it off, nigga

It's the Roc mutha fuckas, you bitch ass bastards

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