Letras Idioma: English Cantautores: Amer Alwan, Shawn C Carter, Malik Deshawn Cox, Eddie Del Barrio, Dwight Grant, Kenneth William Johnson, Hanif Muhammad, Leslie Pridgen, Christopher Ries, Justin Gregory Smith, Maurice White, Verdine Adams White, Pedro Luis Zayas
We're the ones with the flame
We're the fire that remains
We're controllin' the game from now on
Yeah, it's the world reknown, internationally connected
Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella records
Don't get it confused, doin' what we do
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H.O., Bleek
Introducin'
It's Young C, Young C, home of Philly, young an' hungry
All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me
An' every hood in the world discussin' me
I hated once when I'm back, 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
I'm the one, man, I'm money, hoes, clothes an' shows
To do with your ho, all wrapped in one
I'm not done, man, I'm the shit after it's all said an' done
The one to cop one, come back for another one
Quick fast, like rapid refund
I'm the grrr mean green, out the money machine
I'm not done, I'm Omilio an' interviews
Thought you could hold Sparks in the hood
An' you like it, all them 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 an' my tech
An' my vest, just like that, for them niggas
That be thinkin' Mack Milli ain't really from the streets
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast
Those seen here, we'll lead you forever
An' we will not leave you, never
An' our voices will ring together as one
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 back in the bill
I'm the one, young H.O., a game of none
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung?
Listen hon, twist of 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 havin' one hell of a run
An' 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 up 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
An' we will not leave you, never
An' our voices will ring together as one
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