Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Rock That lyrics

I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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Put up your hands, show me the real you
(real you) if you don't put your hands up
Then I'm a kill you (kill you)
You ain't never been touched homie
I can't feel you i don't listen to threats
Nigga I can't hear you (hello?, hahaha)
Put up your hands, show me the real you (boo)
You don't put your hands up, I'ma kill you!
(you)
I'm the shit, fool, it's the king, prince
Too
I'm the next shit from the "I'm Da Shit" crew
Nigga get cool, you're my boy, Blue!
Blue, you're my boy! I'll Chicago
Illinois you! Nigga we'll destroy you!
It's a motherfuckin' wrap
When it come to that heat like aluminum foil

I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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Idolize-'em, not-a-lot-of-'em
Body-by-them-there's-a-bottle by the fags
She-should-try-to-follow the man
With-the-rocks, rocky-as-Colorado standin'
On top of them, toppin' top the opposition
Iain't-quittin'-'til-Vishis-in-my-position
Idrop-this-apocalyptic, you-gotta-be-optimistic
I'm hot, hot, hot, hot!
Let's try this shit again! (again)
Vishis the prince
The topic of the spit this
Cop nowhere near it
I'm in a win-win position (yes)
Could send killers to knock-knock, who is it?
Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit
No henchmen six shots the biscuit (blow)
Smackin' on his back like
I'm burpin' a infant (boom)
Then nigga put up your hands
Show me the real you
Put money on your head and
Then I'mma bill you
Take it out yo' ass in hell
I'm on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the Gat derail

I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols
Missiles'll hit your tissue sizzle
Show you and stay like Mystikal!
Clip to whoever riddle
My mental see you and scratch
You tryna' scrap to cover up
The fact you can't rap!
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
Glock that, pop that, shock that
Down to click two's, I'mma spit true
Dominant crew, I'm the shit, fool
Put the clip to an actor, cut
You motherfuckers up when it's action
Nigga what
We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya
Black Mack
(blap) Niggas back snap backwards (ooh)
Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atmos
Fear niggas should fear on
Point like a cactus
You probably need to practice, that's it
Backflip! Word blacksmith, herb active, dope

I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
(shit) rock that shit! Rock that shit!
Rock that shit! Rock that shit!
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