All I Need

It's the Roc, woo
Nike Airs is right (check)
My bucket is low (check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredible (fuck it)

I guess I got my swagger back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc, bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B. Sige to M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino 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 that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uh
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, live wire, nigga, holla back

All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh-huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got that)
A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those)
A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way, come on (now)

All I need in this world of sin
Is me and my girlfriend, haha
I got a little two-two, I call her Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club, she fit right in my shoe (woo)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh-huh)
A clown wan' flip, gotta reach for my bitch
Y'all wanna act out a movie, I could give you a clip (buah)
But no adlibbin', nigga, stick to the script

Now all I need is a high-priced lawyer
'Cause 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, motherfuckers will sue
In this time and age, what's real motherfuckers to do?
When I'm surrounded by squeal motherfuckers like you?
But real niggas don't fret, 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true

All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh-huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got that)
A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those)
A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way, listen

The cream too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone
Y'all niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see y'all)
Your whole block deserted, y'all fiends are gone (bye-bye)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willie Beamen (haha)
Any given Sunday, gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you want it?)
Whoever got hops get blocked, go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along with your little-ass hits
Read my rap sheet, nigga, three classics
Shut your bumba', I 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 I flee scot-free and pee-pee on the steps
We's got no respect
No law or governin', why you fuckin' with him?
Matter fact, why you fuckin' with them?
All y'all need is the R-O-C, baby

All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike Airs (right)
Mean bucket (check)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (uh)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got that)
A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those)
A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way, listen

All I need
Roc-A-Fella Records (yeah)
Freeway (yeah)
Oschino and Sparks
Chris and Neef
All I need
Mickey and Mallory
Broad Street Bully

M-Extra Money, hah
Young
H to the izzo (all I need)
Clue
Rell
Uh-huh
yeah, yeah
All I need