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[Jay-Z]<br>Turn that motherfucker louder<br>It`s the Roc in this motherfucker.. bi-otch!<br>Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce<br>Yeah, yeah bounce, come on<br>Oh come on bounce, come on<br><br>Do my ladies run this motherfucker?<br>(Yeah, yeah, come on)<br>Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?<br>(Yeah, yeah, come on)<br><br>[Hook: Memphis Bleek]<br>Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachs<br>Throw a hand in the air if it`s the year of the woman<br>Or my dogs run it, let `em know that you still gunnin<br>Throw a drink in the air let `em know you still thuggin<br><br>[Memphis Bleek]<br>Yo I come through, few of my man`s, scoop you and your friends<br>You, you, and you with the Timbs<br>In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair<br>Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass of Belvi<br>Tell me all about your past<br>Let me console your soul while I palm your ass<br>And your man did what? He ain`t give you?<br>He cheated with her, I can`t diss duke<br>I tell you this though, get with this dude<br>I`ll teach you about dough, and show you what this do<br>(It`s a secret society, all we ask is trust)<br>But I don`t freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitches<br>Break up happy homes, just sieze misses<br>You`ll never get her back, once you get a yap<br>How you love that? .. How you love that?<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Do my ladies run this motherfucker?<br>(Yeah, yeah, come on)<br>Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?<br>(Yeah, yeah, come on)<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Memphis Bleek]<br>Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can`t hold `em<br>ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan<br>Bleek is chillin, Murda is chillin<br>What more can I say? We still killin em<br>Bags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin them<br>Chicks like I`m feelin him - yeah ma, okay<br>Black jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rush<br>Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us<br>We the R-O-C, and we don`t stop<br>They don`t make a gun that we don`t pop<br>Matter fact they don`t make a car that we don`t drop<br>Thought you knew they don`t make jewels that we don`t cop<br>What you knew? You actin` like the ROC ain`t hot<br>Or the car that I cop ain`t missin` a top<br>And even if they don`t make drops that kind<br>I tear da roof off like I`m Busta Rhymes motherfucker<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Do my ladies run this motherfucker?<br>(Yeah, yeah, come on)<br>Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?<br>(Yeah, yeah, yeah)<br>Come on, come on<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Do my ladies run this motherfucker?<br>(Okay)<br>Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?<br>(Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh)<br>Come on, come on<br><br>It`s the R-O-C, we don`t stop<br>It`s the R-O-C, we don`t stop<br>It`s the R-O-C, we don`t stop<br>Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas<br>Get your mind right, ha-ha