[Jay-Z]. 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... [Memphis 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. [Beanie Sigel]. 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. [Amil]. 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. [Jay-Z]. Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all.