All I Need

It's the Roc! Wooo!

My gear is right... (check)

My bucket is low... (check)

My Rocawear is fittin' incredible...

Fuck it...

I guess I got my swagger back

Mama that said I killed her man

Well I guess I got the dagger back

It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!

In the heezy

Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)

Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)

Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!

All I need is the love of my crew

The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through

And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like

Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh...

Now understands we can't be stopped

From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops

Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty

A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)

Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me

Better watch and observe me

And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar

I set fire to your empire

I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires

Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...

Double G-A livewire nigga holla back

[CHORUS]

All I need...

Rocawear... (check)

Nike Airs... (check)

Mean bucket... (uh huh)

Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need...

That new coupe (got that)

A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those)

A sunny day some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way

C'mon...now...

All I need in this world o' sin

Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)

I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue

When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)

A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch

Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)

But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script

Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer

Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you

And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew

Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue

In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do

When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you

But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew?

R to the O to the C comin' true

[CHORUS]

Listen...

The cream too long, my team too strong

Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone

Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)

Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith

Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman [giggle]

Any given Sunday gunplay's optional

However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)

Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole

Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Plus the jab is sick, and it's that quick

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six

Now run along wit'cha little ass hits

Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS

Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk

When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed

In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months

Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk

And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps...

We've got no respect

No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?

Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?

All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby

[CHORUS]

Listen...

(All I need)

Rocafella Records...

Freeway...

Oskino and Sparks...

Chris & Neef

(All I need)

Mickey and Mallory...

Broad Street Bully...

M-Extra Money, ha...

YOUNG!

(All I need)

H to the izzo...

CLUE!

Rell...

Uh huh...yeah, yeah...

(All I need)