Memphis Bleek, Geda K, Lil’ Cease, JAY-Z - 1, 2 Y’all lyrics

Ya know, it's the ROC (bounce)
Yea I see ya, let's go drop one yeah, Yo, Yo

1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh yea yea yea

I tote P89's on me all the time
My rhymes is serious I'm kill'em every time
While I'm sunk in that 745 iL
Feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride)
So I ride nigga feel me on cruise control
Game tight nigga lose your ho
I smoke take a few pulls of the reefer
Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever
Need some so I check the beeper
Before BIG pasted he passed
The number to Katrina


Get it right the game still remain
And I'm married to the shit
You niggas still engaged
Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP!
If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC!
You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want to
Yea Ease the same i bet it all on dice so
I could freeze the chain (now thats game)
All you hoes is a show
(your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa'sho
You know Ease the truth
They say sex is a weapon
You'll be dead when I shoot

1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh yea yea yea

Yea yea it's Get Low and the ROC
Ain't a click out touchin'em
Doe doublin bitch niggas not discussin'em
Block tick rabbit when I'm finger fuckin'em
Fuck a vest, tell ya boys have a
Bullet proof truck with'em
It's Geda K the young horse
And M ease of course we gettin cheese
Draw we don't squeeze
And SUV's on two-fours with tv's
Probably with your bitch, playin the backseat
And you know I hit it
Ain't the type to chill with it
Type to get rid of and never
Go to the crib with her
Shit, I move according to plans
And still visit park
And still kick it and pick my niggas up
And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc'n
Live from BR double-O-klyn
Bitch it's Get Low let me know whats up
If you get it the truck
Get in position to fuck
I'm ghetto, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps thoro'in
I pimp through their boroughs in
Ya better keep your chicks intact cause
I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack

1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh uh huh
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Cease A Leo
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh yea yea yea

Aright, check it out check it
Outuh ohuh oh yo
Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE
BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My niggas on the scene with the machine guns
The infa-red beams hand gun with silencers
Ride up on the side of ya
Flash this gun up in
Ya face like photographers
(camera flash noise)
Stay in the hood with ice
Ain't noboby robbin us
When it come to rappin ain't
Noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa)
It's ROC mafia who live as
Us, Jay ridin on side, bIG on top of us
Get Low firing my Phillie niggas ride with us
(reloading noise) dutch this blunt up if you
Wanna get high with us (puffing noise)
BK yo we reppin
I'm like cash everywhere I'm accepted
From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood till the day that I die

1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya GET LOW!
Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh WOO!
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh WOO!
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh I'M DANCIN!
Yea yea yea

Uh Oh
Raps in trouble, Hov 'bout to double back
And lock the streets again
Ain't no policing him
Got cops on the payroll
Killers on the lay low
Niggas be careful what you
Saying on that radio
I Nextel radio niggas have 'em at
The radio before you exhale, nigga
The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag
Send them words back in your mouth
Out ya ass talking shit
All you get is cleaned the fuck up
I ain't steamed the fuck up either
Hire the team of me, myself, and Irene
I come through and lean you fucker
I'm trying to keep niggas from killing you
You still talking shit to me
You not as smart as you appear to be
I got dum dums for dumb dumbs
I'm a bright man
Got a educated left hook in a right hand
Fuck like whoa, got a flow like damn
The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam
No disrespect intended
But if you offended can't take
It back handle your business
I'm just stating facts
The whole worlds against us
And we will not surrender
And we will survive
Turn out ya lights like Teddy Pender-Grass
Get ready for the coldest winter as
I proceed

Yea, Yo, Yo 1, 2 y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh
1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh yea yea yea