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
Doin' what we do (it's The Roc, baby)
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (you understand)
Introducin'

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 hit it once, when I'm done, 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 (aww)

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 its all said and done
Then wanna cop one, come back for another one
Quick fast, like rapid refund
I'm the grrr, mean green out the money machine
I'm not done
I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood

And you like it
All them haters talking 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 MAC and my TEC
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 (aww)

It's Young Free'
Move, workin' the wheel, hand jerkin' the V
Busters know if you cross the line
Thinking I'm off my job
But I'm on like Cross when he popped his cuz
Thinking them slugs'll fly

Call me P.C.
Tempers spillin', I peel
Look how I'm killin' the wheel
My fitted tilt to the left
The shirt blend with the sweats
Your girls skirts and veils
She undressin', don't stare
Take a picture, nigga, packin' the bills

I'm the one
Young H-O, a game of none
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung?
Listen hon', twist up one, this Armi, sip some
It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151
When I'm done, make her 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 them haters talkin' shit we don't like it

No, we love it
I got a mami with a body, don't touch it
You can't fuck wit
Young Easy, up on the Just Blaze production
You get nothin', we get enough spins
Can't stop us from copping 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 (aww)