It’s all for Bloodshed tho, I haven’t forgotten
From the – night to the days, my triflin ways
I’ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog)
You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably
You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body
Take it in stride, let’s bake up these pies
Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride
To the top of the mountain
Bout to get this shit poppin’ and bouncin’
Now that I’m down, the Roc is surrounded (Feel me?)
Afford all the best, but boil the wet
Down wit the Roc, but I’m loyal to my set (Dipset)
I know you niggas hate it
How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated
Santana is next..

You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably
You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body