Roc Cafe

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump

Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt

All I know is my shit better bump

What? La la la la la-la la lahhhh (yo, yo)

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]

("Memph' Bleek always smokin that (La La La)") You right

Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype

They want leave with a G like Eas'

Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets

But, I dare a nigga act all crazy

The Tec'll tear his back all crazy

And you know I stay bent off the Arme'

Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my army

I rep, straight from the jacked M-P

If I put the Tec up I gotta tote the D.E

But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce

And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report

Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught

I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost

Got a couple of my killers who stand by

And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by

[Hook: Jay-Z samples]

"It's the R.O.C. Cafe - ya mean?"

"Memph' Bleek, Young and Mack - ya mean?"

"Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?"

"Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

Mack keep the weapon drawn, see you niggaz that rat

And keep them dresses on; it's gettin outta hand

Niggaz takin a stand, pickin out they man

Liftin they right hand and snitch on they right-hand

What's behind that shit? You both push bricks

But you gon' make a statement, and sign that shit?

After that anything goes - the kids crack the bridge of they nose

I stand, react and live out in the cold

I'd rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake, rat or a bitch

I hate a D, but I know I'm a prick (uhh)

You fuckin lames in the game actin sweet, never came from the streets

Type to get locked and change your name to Shareef

It's fucked up when your team got a bitch on it

With bench warmers, you got bench warrants

Detective got a Tec with two prints on it

But you the only one who get arrested, and pinched for it

[Hook + Chorus]

[Interlude]

I kinda wanna make an announcement

I'm not sure if it's too early but fuck it I'ma do it anyway

Joe Budden is officially on Roc-A-Fella

Holla back

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

Oh oh, get familiar whattup!

Who you gon' tell boy, caked up, spend it well boy (ohh)

Talkin 'bout big faces like "Hellboy" (ohh)

Oh well, still get compared to rappers

hangin onto another rapper coattail (nah)

Keep the punches, I'd rather get substance

Good knowin they get it from Budden

Good knowin they jackin from the guy (tell him) use his own style

Hang 'em and nail him down like "The Passion of the Christ" now

That gray thing I'm in

A red stripe is spaced like the 18 van

(BUT) And y'all don't wanna see Jers' (why?)

Cause it's full of them toys that e'rybody keep rockin on t-shirts

(Welcome to the uhh) 'Bout to cop the Crossfire

Cause e'ry time a truck stop I'm in crossfire

(And I) I been away y'all, handlin these court priors

(BUT) Album out this August and it's on fire

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Hook + Chorus]

[scratches]

"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C."

"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C."

"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C."

"The Roc, Roc, Roc, Rrrr.." - "R.O.C."

Clinton Clinton Clinton Sparks

"G-g-get familiar!"