Uhh, what if somebody from the ville that was I'll＊
Got a deal on the hottest rap label around
But he wasn't talkin bout coke and birds, it was more like
spoken wordcan't you see I'm putting it down,
Look this is the Roc b-tch,
The new Roc b-tch
They had it locked well I just copped a new lock b-tch
Look how I hit em up I'm on some Tupac sh-t
We take it to a higher level two octaves
Cole, n-gga I'm vicious with the flow
Don't take no cristal ball to predict that I would blow so quick
Get on your current events
Oh you ain't heard of that quit
No endurance, no insurance
You should be so embarrassed
N-gga you could have signed me
Now you little artist is garbage running behind me so
You wanna drop a man, your litter too much
Now get back to rap you n-ggas twitter too much
But I keep it hood I could finna Ku Klux
I ain't bitter with you pitiful f-ck n-ggas
Couldn't tie my tennis shoes
Couldn't reach this high if you hit a few blunts
Sound like who, ahh b-tches you nuts please
I run circles round these rap urkels
And if he act Hercules then he could smack purple
Relax this is the Roc and guess who stuntin for us
And yeah I run my own show n-gga Martin Lawrence
Young Boy outta Philly who was I'll got a deal
On the hottest rap label around
And way before he put together words
Them n-ggas was selling birds
Guess who puttin it down
This is the Roc trick that old Roc sh-t
I go tit locked I supply the whole block b-tch
Gimme the loot listen to that old BIG sh-t
And we don't care about no vest's get your wig hit
See that boy vicious on the mic
Flow tighter than a girdle on b-tches on a flight
Tight, pray for a bright day visions of a night
Good weed, little liquor pretty b-tches get me right
Baby I'm a baller I was born on the March madness
What's the clarity it's a little bit flaw in your carrots
Silly rabbits little bastards n-gga all of y'all average
I be the youngest Jackson with the glove I'm the baddest
Get the baddest whore's dime a dozen on tour
Box em out in the paint, d-cousins on boards
Hip hop deserve more for the strength of what we saw
Give an encore for Biggie smalls shakur
Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp
The way they paved the way I could never be content
And this ones dedicated to the ones appreciated
Good look...
2.Devil In A New Dress (Freestyle)
A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie
Rest in peace to you faggots that ain't standing behind me
Banana clips for you monkey, n-ggers that try to bomb me
Ya got a problem, bring Rico, he came to find me
We don't fuck with Tommy's, only the ones for the hommies
me
At Puerto Rico with some mammies heatting bags, reminiscing the
L.A. and the Bonnie,
Take it back they gave my n-gger life without parole, he didn't
stay
I can't spend night without the hoes
Fuckers, what the fuck are we discussing？
Beat them till they puss, you pussy tell us repercussion
Hollows to the vest's, thick tips through fleshes
Life shorter than websters, hot heads I wet you
Young heffers, fuckers had a line making chedder
While ya'll was out fucking with double ups, Mason Betha
It's the latest Hefner
Purple label keep me fresher, way better texture
Bitch out of line, you better check her, boy don't let me catch
ya
She ain't been around this thorough shit, cause you ain't gotta
question
No guessing who's giving your girl dick
Earl Shank, OG, rode around the World with
Media circle fuck all you bitches on that girl shit
While n-ggers look mad and my pac bag
N-ggers better keep up with that block tag
Rest in peace to the young n-ggers that got tagged
Shout to all the mammas that's lost cause we ain't got dads,
fags
Get off that Beanie Sigel Jay beef, mobile vans out n-gger, this
operation safe street
Flawless stones up in the sentence division rapping
Biggest weapons, smallest pistol 357's send them pricks to
heaven
Raise hell all you bitches Nobel,
Fuck it, we go to jail, pay the visit, this is how we live it
Buy the clothes, we by the code, leave them bodies cold
No discrimination, body hoes, everybody knows
We play that big body rose, black trucks when we lift the mags
up
Adios, can't deny the flows
It been a minute with this rhyming,
I knew this shit'll happen, but this rapping shit is timing
I'm on my Philly shit, back up the chart you see me climbing
That boy division one, but n-ggers still throw up the Diamonds
Shout out Jay Cole, Whattup Hov？
Bleek, Rico, division one niggas
Yeah, wattup n-gger？
Hollywood I see, Dame ya talking shit n-gger, talking shit boy.
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