Pop 4 Roc

[Chorus: Amil (Jay-Z)] (Alright yeah) Would ya love me? (Uh-huh, alright) Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo) I know ya love me (Alright) I know ya hate me (Uh Clue) Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro) Would ya hate me? I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh) [Verse 1: Amil] Uh, uh, uh See me coming through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Fronting with the StarTAC ringing in the whip Icy ears, neck, fingers for years Got the show wild with the toes out Shit, I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi, nigga What I'ma do with your little blunts and Henny, nigga? I'ma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley, nigga Uh, my niggas will ride for me You should see all the things they buy for me Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh [Chorus: Amil (Beanie Sigel)] Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me ('Cause you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me ('Cause you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me ('Cause you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Ayo, we gon' stop this here Get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Sigel, hottest thing on the block this year Keep the ego, we can bang out ‘til the cops get here Forget about it, you don't know me, yo stop the stares I've been about it, pop you then pop ya peers You know how I do six coupe, top be clear You know how I play, low-layer Rocawear Catch Sigel in the kitchen, balloon in the pie Y'all cats know from whom to buy Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac, y'all soon to die 'Cause you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth, I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh 'cause y'all work hard at this shit Think about yo, I just started this shit Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit Scary sight, y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo, I barely write But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes [Chorus: Amil (Beanie Sigel)] Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me ('Cause you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me ('Cause you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me ('Cause you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo, well I'm gold now Memph Man, Coming of Age and I'm grown now Sittin on chrome now I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone I've been in 30 beefs, shit, I'm barely 21 Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen Bring 'em back to the streets like a brick on consignment Interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold, March, The Understanding [Verse 4: Jay-Z] We don't engage in war, we elope Orange juice style, beat niggas to a pulp We broke, nigga you just told 3 jokes Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things See the six? Dame's Me and Biggs live in the Range Mine's platinum, his Champagne Niggas whisper 'cause they talk? They gets slain Y'all's was looking for me on the charts, the bricks came Left the same night in the morning, the chicks came I just use rap to put shit in my name The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged Contracts signed, the shits in your name Listen lame rap niggas, I'm the king Motherfuck the ring, mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all I don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla, hit me with an eighth of raw And when I get on top, I'ma blaze all y'all Keep 'em laced some more, I know you want some things I drink a lot of water, mami come clean Chicks I pump her then dump her Cars we got 'em bumper to bumper Rap niggas, y'all days are numbered Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah [Chorus: Amil (Beanie Sigel)] Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me ('Cause you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me ('Cause you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me ('Cause you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Outro: Jay-Z] Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O Ya heard me? You about to witness a dynasty like no other Beanie Sigel, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the Roc Memph Bleek, Young God, haha Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas