As One

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 renowned

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)

Ducin'

It's Young C

(Young C!)

Home of Philly, young and hungry

All the girlies wanna 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 wanna claim that they fuck with us

It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us

They can't fuck with us

Aaw

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 it's all said and done

The one to cop one, come back for another one

Quick fast, like rapid refund

I'm the grr mean green out the money machine

I'm not done

I'm Omilio and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood

Give me hon'

And you like it

All those haters talkin' 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

Aaw

It's young Free

Move, workin' the wheel

Hand jerkin' the V

Busters don't let you crossed the line

Thinkin' I'm off my job

But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz

Thinkin' 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 bring

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 coppin' bottles while we clubbin'

It's the R O C 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

Aaw