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