Lyrics:

Told y'all
Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggas! Uhh
Memph Bleek, (Jigga) Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heard
It's a Dynasty – who could believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
Fo's knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
Now it's more scrilla, hoe killers
Fo'-wheelers, we gorillas
Oh, please feel us, we heat holders
Fighting? Listen, boy – Roy Jones couldn't steal us
The plot thickens, the block clickin'
We got the game tied up – stop trippin'
Jigga Man, huh?! Sigel Sigel, y'all
Memph Bleek, what!; Amil-lion, uhh!
Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit burnt down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
Like a Don's supposed to – Shawn
I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I'll put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes, to the foes, to the nigga close to you – fuck it
Jigga Man, huh?! Sigel Sigel, y'all
Amil-lion what! Memph Bleek –

Yo, y'all dudes don't get it – come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin' 'look, who can stop be them?'
You wan' press your dumb luck, get blom-blomm'ed up
I'll crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us, nigga
No obituary, I get it critical
You know the Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin' you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin' – it's the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what?! Amil-lion, yeah
Memph Bleek, huh; Sigel, Sigel, come on!
Spit acid – come on
Wit'cha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggas wanna front, and get jumped
Bet the Ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard, but reality is –
We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
Puff the green raw – we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga – Jigga Man what! Memph Bleek, huh?!
Amil-lion, yeah; Sigel, Sigel – rap:

R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) – stop
From Tower to ma-and-pop, I move out stocl
Shower your mom block, move out with Glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin' it up
Used to take it to the dubs or they'd diamond it up
Competition – linin' 'em up
.45 ACP, lemon squeeze lime 'em up
You want–drama, what? Well, silence it up
(Look) Since a young buck (Uh) – violent as fuck
Wasn't me, dawg, the high would do it – I used to wild off embalmin' fluid
I sent niggas to the trauma unit – 45 or the nine would do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it – I'm a beast!
Shit, niggas always wanna 'yee' shit, then they wanna see shit
When they motherfuckin' peeps hit
But I don't cease nothin', I decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin' underneath som'un
Jigga Man, what! Sigel Sigel, y'all!
Memph Bleek, uh! Amil-lion – right

Yo, A to the M-I, fem-i-nist
Holding the semi, leave niggas faced with a dilemma
'Am I, gon' run or stay? Can I –
Get away?' No, you can't, anti-surrender
In a – lazy drop, Mercedes hot
And I wave through The Tunnel like Lady Di

Jigga Man, huh?! Sigel Sigel, y'all!
Memph Bleek, what?! Amil-lion, uhh!