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R.O.C., stop From Tower to ma an' pop, we move out the stop R.O.C., stop We shower your mom, block an' move out with glocks R.O.C., stop R.O.C., mom,

Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel The best of both worlds, please believe it Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world Dedicated

You and me, havin' sex After an argument, that shit's the best You and me, havin' sex, yeah After an argument, that shit's the best (Think about it while

like Rice I call mami Montana, bandanna Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R

Man, they go and tell me like You never know who your true friends until you ah umm Both got a little bit of money I mean cause y'all both broke Then

You and me, havin sex After an argument, that shit's the best You and me, havin sex yeahh After an argument, that shit's the best (Think about it while

Bling) See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up Your album ain't out, 'cause I'm the hold up Busters wanna hoop with me Wanna run our ways, doin' R

Man, they go and tell me like You never know who your true friends until you, ah umm Both got a little bit of money I mean, 'cause y'all both broke Then

Baby, what we gon' do? I need you to talk to me Come on Suddenly, I feel the need to pull you close to me But I don't know, if it's what you want, baby