The Roc Chords by Cam'Ron

[Intro]
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I wanna welcome you to Extravaganza
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Something incredible that's about to take place
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World renowned RocAFella holla
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Yeah yeah niggas
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Just Blaze in this shit ya heard
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I'm back niggas ■    holla


[Verse]
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My break I'm fresh off it
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I never change I'm stuck in these ways
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Nike Airs sweats and Taurus
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But I'ma do it for my enemies
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They wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be
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Now what that sound like
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Plus they know what a clip get down like
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Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels pain and pills
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'cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out wave the steel
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I live this way it's real dawg no joke
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Blow smoke in your bitch face piss on your wheels
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Slap your custies clap your worker dead the strip
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Stick your connect yap your bitch


[Chorus]
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So let it be known I'm back for my grizzly
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The Sergeant the Cap the MAC holds sixty
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For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
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So run and tell your duela the Ruger come wit' two clips dawg
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Measy won't leave my hood need me
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Pop fa' sheezy who don't believe me
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We all criminals but live like a Diplomat
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We get low when the dough low get it back


[Verse]
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Here is something you can't understand
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How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam 
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Me and my Roc killa fam top billers man 
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We run the spot drop ceilings fam
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Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
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Listen boy man I show you how to fill a van
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Up with killers man and line the trunk
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Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
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The coach walk you through and he grind you up
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What you want the dope or the weed
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How you want it packaged In the cap or the bag
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How you want me packin' Wit' the MAC or the Mag
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Yeah that Bent get back but listen scrap act real fast


[Chorus]
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And keep a wack that'll gag your back
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Block style from your swagger your swacks
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It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
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Bully niggas on the broadest streets
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I house niggas on the narrowest block
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Know my rules when the barrel get hot
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When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
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Man I be hearin' you were murdered
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Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin'
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Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
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South Philly niggas kill at will
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I keep my MACmilli chilly chill on the reallyreal
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'fore I make you niggas feel this steel


[Verse]
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Go 'head stupid niggas go fuck wit' them chicks
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I'm the third little piggy I'ma fuck wit' them bricks
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Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
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Nigga think doublin' is turnin' five to eight
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I turn eight to twenty twenty to a hunnid hunnid to a thousand
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That to a hunnid thousand in front of housin'
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Closed 'em all down dawg no one's allowed in
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I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
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It's the top don Glock palm dot com 
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Get your shit rocked mon like Haseem Rahman
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And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary
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I fuck your secretaries
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All for information it ain't necessary
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They in love like the fourteenth of February
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Play 'em like April onest right before I slide off 
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It could be March twond sound like July fourth
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Halloween or Memorial Day
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At your memorial be one year from today
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All y'all think it's peace and peachy
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I leave you Reesy Piecy all my bitches rock
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Christian Dior BCBG
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'round phony niggas get the heeby jeebies
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Hungry hoes say Killa feed me feed me
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Calm down ma easy easy
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Talk greasy please me get my man Weezy
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Still rock Ellesses to squeeze appease me
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He ain't no tease but measly
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Not Doggy's Angels Killa please believe me uh


[Chorus]
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You now rollin' with them thugs from the ROC
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Niggas wanna despise the team RocAFella
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When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin'
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Killa Sigel
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M Bleek
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Fuck those who disagree my bullets you get 'em free


[Outro]
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Roc in this muh muhmuhfucka