[Memphis Bleek]   Yeah yeah (Uh uh)   Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife   This ones for the family (What's Up?)   Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh)   We gonna do it right    for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C)   We dem killas, real, and in studio   Check it out, yo      Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die   It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky   My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only    It's money, drugs and hot slugs   You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me   Fuck wha niggas tell me   Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me   Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis   Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas   Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it   Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it    Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like   Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal   It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you   We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture   Pop up wit the gun in ya    Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)    Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)      [Beanie Sigel]   This Philly cat back at it    Still throwin crack at it   Still fuckin wit them crack-atics   Still bust'em wit them black Matics   It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush   You tryin to get my ass at it   They say I think ass backwards   Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics   Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice   Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes   I pull up, Cadillac truck nice   Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice   Gets that crack back wit that ice   No joke wit the coke, i wips that right    No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh)   It gets that nice, when you live that live   Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga   It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)      [Amil]   I get forty G's a feature now    Hold Franklins like a Aretha now   In the SL two seater now   And I am nuthin but diamonds    I'm the illest female that you heard thus far   Five-five wit the thirty-five B cut bra   I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par   I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh)   I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh)   I'm talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money   Movin on up, two in the sauna   Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus   Give me an inch so I can take'em out   I bring life like a new born Maken child   Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wave the raute (Uh-huh)   As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah)    just played ya style (You dealin wit), nigga      [Jay-Z]   The, the Roc, the the, the Roc (Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)   The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc      Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing   Y'all thinkin "Blake Carrington", I'm thinkin more like "Ming"   I got four nephews, and they all right in   They all young and wild, plus they all like things    And I'm havin a child, which is more frighting   But cha'll about to witness is big business kid   Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses   Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is   An office don't pop up in their sentences   I think you understand what type of event this is   I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is   Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil   This is much more than rap, it's black Ontraponors   Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all   Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months   You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers   When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what   Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh)      The, the Roc, the the, the Roc   The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit)   The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop)   Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon   Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga   Get'cha mind right, holla