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[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 Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh

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