We're the ones with the flame   (Yeah)   We're the fire that remains   (Turn Rell up a little bit)   We're controllin' the game from now on   (Huh)      Yeah! It's the world renowned   Internationally connected   Locally accepted   Roc'-a-fella records   Don't get it confused   (Roc', baby)   Doin' what we do   (It's the Roc', baby)   B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek   (You understand)   Introducin'      It's Young C   (Young C!)   Home of Philly, young and hungry   All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me   And every hood in the world discussin' me   I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef   It's Neef Buck   (Neef Buck!)   Out the cut   (Out the cut!)   All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us   It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us   They can't fuck with us   Aaw      I'm the one   Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows   To do with your ho all wrapped in one   I'm not done   Man, I'm the shit after it's all said and done   The one to cop one, come back for another one   Quick fast, like rapid refund   I'm the grr mean green out the money machine   I'm not done   I'm Omilio and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood      Give me hon'   And you like it   All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it   We love it   That black mask, black glove shit   Roll up on him don't budge, bitch   With my mack and my tech   And my vest, just like that   For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets   I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast      Those seen here we'll lead you forever   And we will not leave you, never   And our voices will ring   (Ring)   Together   As one   Aaw      It's young Free   Move, workin' the wheel   Hand jerkin' the V   Busters don't let you crossed the line   Thinkin' I'm off my job   But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz   Thinkin' them slugs'll fly   Call me P.C   Tempers feelin', I peel   Look how I'm killin' the wheel   The fitted tilt to the left   The shirt blend with the sweats   Your girls skirts invest   She undressin', don't stare   Check the picture nigga      I'm the one   Young H-O, a game of one   What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you bring   Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some   It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151   When I'm done   Make a run with the Roc   Rock Air Force 1's   Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come   Through customs, cops can't bust him   It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run      And you like it   All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it   No, we love it   I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it   You can't fuck wit   Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production   You get nothin'   We get enough spins   Can't stop us from coppin' bottles while we clubbin'   It's the R O C forever, tell the public, huh!      Those seen here we'll lead you forever   And we will not leave you, never   And our voices will ring   (Ring)   Together   As one   Aaw