[{"id":10704882,"name":"The Roc (Just Fire) (Album Version (Edited))","trackName":"The Roc (Just Fire) (Album Version (Edited))","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Come Home With Me","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, nigga\nJust blazin' this shit, ya heard?\nIt's ya main man I'm back niggaz holla\n\nMy break I'm fresh off it\nI never change I'm stuck in these ways\nNike Airs sweats and Taurus\nBut I'm a do it for my enemies\nThey wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be\n\nNow what that sound like?\nPlus they know what a clip get down like\nTurn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it peels\n'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel\nI live this way it's real dog no joke\n\nBlow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels\nSlap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip\nStick ya connect, yap ya bitch\n\nSo let it be known I'm back for my grizzly\nThe sergeant, the cap, the mac holds 60\nFor rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click\nSo run and tell ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog\n\nM easy won't leave my hood need me\nPop fa' sheezy who don't believe me?\nWe all criminals but live like a diplomat\nWe get low when the dough low get it back\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man for killa cam\nMe and my Roc killa fam, top billers man\nWe run the spot, drop ceilings fam\n\nHit the wall drop ceiling fans\nListen boar, man I show you how to fill a van\nUp with killers man and line the trunk\nKeep a stash box for the nine and the pump\nThe coach walk you through and he grind you up\n\nWhat chu want the dope or the weed?\nHow you want it packaged, in the cap or the bag?\nHow you want me packin' wit' the mac or the mag?\nYeah that bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast\n\nAnd keep a wack that'll gag ya back\nBlock style from ya swagger, ya swacks\nIt's the broad street bully bitch\nI bully niggaz on the broadest streets\nI house niggaz on the narrowest block\n\nKnow my rules when the barrel get hot\nWhen the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear\nMan I be hearin' you murder\nNobody hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin'\n\nNobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it\nSouth Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill\nOn the really real\n'Fore I make you niggaz feel this steel\n\nGo 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks\nI'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them pricks\nBetter yet the bakery I got pies and cakes\nNigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8\n\nI turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000\nThat to 100, 000, in front a housin'\nClosed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in\nI'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'\n\nIt's the top don, glock palm, dot com\nGet your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman\nAnd I'm extra scary\nCEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries\n\nAll for information it ain't necessary\nThey in love like the 14th of February\nPlay 'em like April 1st right before I slide off\nIt could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th\n\nHalloween or Memorial Day\nAt your memorial be one year from today\nAll y'all think it's peace and peachy\nI leave you reesy piecy all my bitches rock\n\nChristian Dior, BCBG\n'Round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies\nHungry hoes say \"Killa feed me feed me\"\nCalm down ma, easy, easy\n\nTalk greasy, please me, get my man wheezy\nStill rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me\nHe ain't no tease but measly\nNot doggy's angels killa please believe me\n\nYou now rollin' with them thugs from the R O C\nNiggaz wanna despise the team Roc a fella\nWhen the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin\nKilla easy\n\nFuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free\nRoc a Roc a\nRoc a Roc a Roc a Roc a\nRoc in this muh muh muhfucka","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Roc (Just Fire) (Album Version (Edited))\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Come Home With Me\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, nigga\n  Just blazin' this shit, ya heard?\n  It's ya main man I'm back niggaz holla\n\n  My break I'm fresh off it\n  I never change I'm stuck in these ways\n  Nike Airs sweats and Taurus\n  But I'm a do it for my enemies\n  They wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be\n\n  Now what that sound like?\n  Plus they know what a clip get down like\n  Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it peels\n  'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel\n  I live this way it's real dog no joke\n\n  Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels\n  Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip\n  Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch\n\n  So let it be known I'm back for my grizzly\n  The sergeant, the cap, the mac holds 60\n  For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click\n  So run and tell ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog\n\n  M easy won't leave my hood need me\n  Pop fa' sheezy who don't believe me?\n  We all criminals but live like a diplomat\n  We get low when the dough low get it back\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man for killa cam\n  Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man\n  We run the spot, drop ceilings fam\n\n  Hit the wall drop ceiling fans\n  Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van\n  Up with killers man and line the trunk\n  Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump\n  The coach walk you through and he grind you up\n\n  What chu want the dope or the weed?\n  How you want it packaged, in the cap or the bag?\n  How you want me packin' wit' the mac or the mag?\n  Yeah that bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast\n\n  And keep a wack that'll gag ya back\n  Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks\n  It's the broad street bully bitch\n  I bully niggaz on the broadest streets\n  I house niggaz on the narrowest block\n\n  Know my rules when the barrel get hot\n  When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear\n  Man I be hearin' you murder\n  Nobody hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin'\n\n  Nobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it\n  South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill\n  On the really real\n  'Fore I make you niggaz feel this steel\n\n  Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks\n  I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them pricks\n  Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes\n  Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8\n\n  I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000\n  That to 100, 000, in front a housin'\n  Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in\n  I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'\n\n  It's the top don, glock palm, dot com\n  Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman\n  And I'm extra scary\n  CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries\n\n  All for information it ain't necessary\n  They in love like the 14th of February\n  Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off\n  It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th\n\n  Halloween or Memorial Day\n  At your memorial be one year from today\n  All y'all think it's peace and peachy\n  I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches rock\n\n  Christian Dior, BCBG\n  'Round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies\n  Hungry hoes say \"Killa feed me feed me\"\n  Calm down ma, easy, easy\n\n  Talk greasy, please me, get my man wheezy\n  Still rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me\n  He ain't no tease but measly\n  Not doggy's angels killa please believe me\n\n  You now rollin' with them thugs from the R O C\n  Niggaz wanna despise the team Roc a fella\n  When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin\n  Killa easy\n\n  Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free\n  Roc a Roc a\n  Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a\n  Roc in this muh muh muhfucka\n"}]