We're the ones with the flame ("Yeah")
We're the fire that remains ("Turn Rell up a little bit")
We're controllin' the game from now on ("Huh")

Yeah! It's the world reknown
Internationally connected
Locally accepted
Roc-A-Fella Records
Don't get it confused ("Roc, baby")
Doin' what we do ("It's The Roc, baby")
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek ("You understand")
Introducin'

It's Young see ("Young see!")
Home of Philly, young and hungry
All the girlies want to fall in lust with me
And every hood in the world discussin' me
I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef

It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck!")
Out the cut ("Out the cut!")
All the haters want to claim that they fuck with us
It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys are Us
They can't fuck with us

I'm the one
Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows
To do with your ho all wrapped in one
I'm not done
Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done
The one to cop one, come back for another one
Quick fast, like rapid refund
I'm the, mean green out the money machine
I'm not done
I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood

And you like it

All those haters talking shit we don't like it

We love it
That black mask, black glove shit
Roll up on him don't budge, bitch
With my mack, and my tech
And my vest, just like that
For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast

Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring ("ring") together
As one

It's young Free
Move, workin' the wheel
Hand jerkin' the V
Busters don't let you crossed the line
Thinking I'm off my job
But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cause
Thinking them slugs'll fly

Call me P.C.
Tempers feelin', I peel
Look how I'm killin' the wheel
The fitted tilt to the left
The shirt blend with the sweats
Your girls skirts invest
She undressin', don't stare
Check the picture nigga

I'm the one
Young H-O, a game of one
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung
Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some
It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151
When I'm done
Make a run with The Roc
Rock Air Force 1's
Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come
Through customs, cops can't bust him
It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run

And you like it

All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it

No, we love it
I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it
You can't fuck wit
Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production
You get nothin'
We get enough spins
Can't stop us from copping bottles while we clubbin'
It's the are-O-see forever, tell the public, huh!

Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring ("ring") together
As one

Writer : COX, MALIK / CARTER, SHAWN / ZAYAS, PEDRO DANIEL / GRANT, DARREN / PRIDGIN, LESLIE / ALWAN, UMAR / JOHNSON, KENNETH / RIES, CHRISTOPHER / MUHAMMAD, HANIF / WHITE, VERDINE / WHITE, MAURICE / DEL BARRIO, EDUARDO
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, BMG RUBY SONGS OBO 1996 MUSIC LANE PUBLISHING , BMG RUBY SONGS OBO YOUNG CHRIS MUSIC