[Jay-Z]    Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?    Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh    Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?    It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?       Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar    Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater    Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella    Remember me? The teachers used to fail us    Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers    Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas    Oh please feel us - we heat holders    Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us    The plot thickens, the block clickin    We got the game tied up, stop trippin    Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all    Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh    Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan    The fire I spit burn down Happyland    Social Club, we unapproachable thugs    Non-social, gone postal    Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast    like a Don's supposed to, Shawn    I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals    Don't make me take it to the old school    I put holes through your hoes too    through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you    Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all    Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..       [Memphis Bleek]    Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit    Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted    It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them    Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?    You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up    I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga    No obituary, I get it critical    You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you    When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket    When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards    Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah    Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon    Spit acid, c'mon    Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in    Niggaz wanna front and get jumped    Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump    Nigga, we are, the supreme squad    You can dream hard but reality is    we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads    puff the green raw, we as real as it get    We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas    Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us    Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?    Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap       [Beanie Sigel]    R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop    From tower to mind pop, I move out stop    Shower your mind block, move out with glocks    Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks    Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up    Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up    Competition, linin 'em up    Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up    You want, drama what? Well silence it up    Since a young buck, violent as fuck    Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid    I send niggaz to the trauma unit    Forty-five or the nine'll do it    I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!    Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit    when they motherfuckin peeps hit    But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un    I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un    Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all    Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right       [Amil]    Yo, A to the M-I, feminist    Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi    Am I, gon' run or stay, can I    get away no you can't can't I surrendi?    And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot    In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di       [Jay-Z]    Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all    Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh