You, Me, Him and Her

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Told y'all

Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?

Unstoppable, niggas! Uhh

Memph Bleek, (Jigga) Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heard

It's a Dynasty – who could believe?

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar

Fo's 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 more scrilla, hoe killers

Fo'-wheelers, we gorillas

Oh, please feel us, we heat holders

Fighting? Listen, boy – Roy Jones couldn't steal 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 burnt 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'll 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 –

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]

Yo, y'all dudes don't get it – come with it

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 blom-blomm'ed up

I'll crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us, nigga

No obituary, I get it critical

You know the 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, come on!

Spit acid – come on

Wit'cha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in

Niggas 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:

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) – stop

From Tower to ma-and-pop, I move out stocl

Shower your mom block, move out with Glocks

Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks

Take it to the bucks who be grindin' it up

Used to take it to the dubs or they'd diamond it up

Competition – linin' 'em up

.45 ACP, lemon squeeze lime 'em up

You want–drama, what? Well, silence it up

(Look) Since a young buck (Uh) – violent as fuck

Wasn't me, dawg, the high would do it – I used to wild off embalmin' fluid

I sent niggas to the trauma unit – 45 or the nine would do it

I fuck around and have your moms go through it – I'm a beast!

Shit, niggas always wanna "yee" shit, then they wanna see shit

When they motherfuckin' peeps hit

But I don't cease nothin', 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

[Verse 4: Amil]

Yo, A to the M-I, fem-i-nist

Holding the semi, leave niggas faced with a dilemma

"Am I, gon' run or stay? Can I –

Get away?" No, you can't, anti-surrender

In a – lazy drop, Mercedes hot

And I wave through The Tunnel like Lady Di

[Outro: Jay-Z]

Jigga Man, huh?! Sigel Sigel, y'all!

Memph Bleek, what?! Amil-lion, uhh!