You, Me, Him And Her

Lyrics

Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
 Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
 Memph Bleek. Amil-lion. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
 It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?
 Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
 Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
 Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
 Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
 Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
 Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
 Oh please feel us - we heat holders
 Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
 The plot thickens, the block clickin
 We got the game tied up, stop trippin
 Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
 Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
 Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
 The fire I spit burn down Happyland
 Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
 Non-social, gone postal
 Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
 like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
 I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
 Don't make me take it to the old school
 I put holes through your hoes too
 through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
 Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
 Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek.
 Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
 Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
 It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
 Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
 You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
 I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
 No obituary, I get it critical
 You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
 When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
 When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards
 Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
 Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon
 Spit acid, c'mon
 Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
 Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
 Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
 Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
 You can dream hard but reality is
 we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
 puff the green raw, we as real as it get
 We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
 Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
 Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
 Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap
 R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
 From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
 Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
 Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
 Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
 Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
 Competition, linin 'em up
 Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up
 You want, drama what? Well silence it up
 Since a young buck, violent as fuck
 Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid
 I send niggaz to the trauma unit
 Forty-five or the nine'll do it
 I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!
 Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
 when they motherfuckin peeps hit
 But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un
 I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
 Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all
 Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right
 Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
 Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
 Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
 get away no you can't can't I surrendi?
 And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
 In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di
 Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
 Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh
 

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Duration
03:44
Key
11
Tempo
100 BPM

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