Roc
Cam'ron Lyrics


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Yeah yeah, nigga
Just blazin' this shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man
I'm back niggaz, holla

My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
But I'm-a do it for my enemies
They want to end my chill, want to see what that villa be
Now what that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
I live this way it's real dog no joke
Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels

Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds sixty
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
We get low, when the dough low, get it back

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers man
And line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you through and he grind you up
What chu want the dope or the weed?
How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?

Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest block
Know my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here)
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here)
Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli chilly chill
On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
(Killa, Killa)

Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra scary
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
All for information it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year from today
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock
Christian Dior, BCBG round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Calm down ma, easy easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not Doggy's angels kills please believe me

You now rollin' with them thugs from the are-O-C
Niggaz want to despise the team
Rocafella
When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
Killa, easy
Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free




Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Roc in this muh, muh-muhfucka

Overall Meaning

In Cam'ron's song The Roc, the rapper emphasizes his unchanging personality by stating that he is stuck in his ways. He mentions Nike Airs, sweats, and Taurus to depict his street style. Cam'ron also highlights his tough exterior and willingness to face his enemies, mentioning blowing smoke in their faces and emptying clips on them. He is confident in his criminal lifestyle, claiming to know how to fill a van with killers and keep a stash box for his weapons. He also talks about his drug trafficking business, claiming to turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000, and that he is buying everything without even browsing. Cam'ron also touches on his position as someone who runs the Rocafella team and how they handle things when they need to pop off.


The underlying meaning of the song is about Cam'ron's life in the streets as a drug dealer and his loyalty to his team. The song's message is centered around the idea that you do whatever it takes to survive in the street life, and Cam'ron is no exception. He boasts about his ruthlessness and his ability to strategize in difficult situations.


Line by Line Meaning

My break I'm fresh off it
I'm coming back after a break and I'm feeling rejuvenated


I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
I stay true to myself and don't conform to others' expectations


Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
I'm comfortable in my own style and I always stay armed for protection


But I'm-a do it for my enemies
I won't let my enemies bring me down and I'll continue to succeed despite their efforts


They want to end my chill, want to see what that villa be
My enemies want to ruin my peaceful life and see me fall


Now what that sound like?
Can you imagine the consequences of their actions?


Plus they know what a clip get down like
They know I'm not afraid to use a gun and they should be cautious


Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
I'm involved in illegal activities where drugs are transformed and concealed


'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
Don't mess with me or I'll confront you with a loaded weapon


I live this way it's real dog no joke
My lifestyle is genuine and serious, not a joke or act


Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
I disrespect my enemies by blowing smoke in their faces and vandalizing their property


Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
I control the drug trade by abusing customers, eliminating competition, and taking over territories


Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
I will disrupt your drug supply and gossip about your significant other


So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
I'm back to assert my dominance and defend what's rightfully mine


The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds sixty
I have a team of loyal and well-equipped individuals who are ready to fight


For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
I will fight relentlessly, regardless of experience or rank


So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
Warn your crew that I'm armed with a gun that is loaded with two magazines


M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
I won't abandon my neighborhood, they rely on me for support


Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
I'm confident in my abilities and I challenge anyone who doubts me


We all criminals but live like a diplomat
Although we engage in illegal activities, we maintain a sophisticated and diplomatic lifestyle


We get low, when the dough low, get it back
When our finances are low, we lay low and quickly find a way to replenish our funds


Here is something you can't understand
I'm about to explain something that may be difficult for you to comprehend


How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
I have a strong loyalty to my crew and I'm willing to commit violence on their behalf


Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
My crew and I are the most successful and respected individuals in our area


We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
We control the area completely and have authority over everyone in it


Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
We intimidate and overpower anyone who opposes us


Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Listen closely, I will teach you how to transport illegal goods in a van


Up with killers man
I associate with dangerous individuals


And line the trunk
We place illegal items in the trunk of the van


Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
We have a hidden compartment in the van where we store firearms


The coach walk you through and he grind you up
Our leader will guide you and break you down mentally and physically


What chu want the dope or the weed?
What kind of drugs or illegal substances are you looking to purchase?


How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
Do you prefer the drugs to be packaged in small containers or bags?


How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
Should I be armed with a MAC-10 machine pistol or a standard magazine-fed handgun?


Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
Yes, we'll return that stolen Bentley, but be careful as you approach us with aggression


And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
We possess a firearm that has a high stopping power and will incapacitate anyone who challenges us


Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
We will humiliate and intimidate you by mocking your confidence and fashion sense


It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
I'm known as an aggressive and dominant figure in the neighborhood


I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I assert my authority and intimidate others in the busiest areas


I house niggaz on the narrowest block
Even in the smallest and most secluded areas, I assert my dominance over others


Know my rules when the barrel get hot
You should familiarize yourself with the consequences of provoking me


When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
After the gunfire stops and the smoke dissipates


Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here)
I've heard rumors about your violent actions, but you're not present to confront


Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here)
No one dares to engage in a conflict with me because I'm constantly vigilant


Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
No one mourns your death because you brought it upon yourself


South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli chilly chill
People from South Philadelphia are known for their propensity for violence, and I remain calm and collected despite the danger


On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
Before I use my weapon to inflict harm upon you


(Killa, Killa)
I'm known as a ruthless and deadly individual


Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
Continue to pursue women recklessly without considering the consequences


I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
I'm involved in the drug trade and I handle illicit substances


Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
I have a variety of drugs, including cocaine and heroin


Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
Doubling your money is a small achievement for me, I can turn $5000 into $8000 easily


I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
I have the ability to exponentially increase the value of my drugs, starting from $8 to $1000


That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
I can even generate $100,000 in front of my residence


Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I have shut down all competing drug operations, no one is permitted to enter my territory


I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
I'm purchasing anything and everything I want without hesitation


It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
I'm the most influential figure in my area, armed with a Glock pistol, I possess control and influence


Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
I will physically assault you like the boxer Haseem Rahman would


And I'm extra scary
I'm extremely intimidating and frightening


CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
Powerful individuals who act superior are unnecessary, I associate with their subordinates


All for information it ain't necessary
I manipulate individuals for the sake of obtaining information, there's no need for their trust or loyalty


They in love like the 14th of February
They are infatuated and obsessed with me as if it's Valentine's Day


Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
I deceive and manipulate them like an April Fool's prank before I disappear


It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
Regardless of the date, my actions and words provoke fear and chaos


Halloween or Memorial Day
Whether it's a festive or mournful occasion


At your memorial be one year from today
I will cause your death and your memorial service will take place one year later


All y'all think it's peace and peachy
You all believe everything is calm and pleasant


I leave you reesy piecy
I will leave you dismembered and fragmented


All my bitches rock Christian Dior, BCBG round
All the women associated with me wear high-end designer clothing brands


Phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Fake individuals feel intense fear and discomfort in my presence


Hungry hoes say 'Killa feed me feed me'
Desperate women are dependent on me for financial support and resources


Calm down ma, easy easy
Relax, there's no need to be aggressive or demanding


Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Speak provocatively to satisfy and entertain me, involve my accomplice Weezy


Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
I still wear Ellesse brand clothing, but violence is what satisfies me


He ain't no tease but measly
He may not be flirtatious, but he is insignificant and unimpressive


Not Doggy's angels kills please believe me
It's not about being loyal or devoted to someone like Doggy's Angels, it's about causing harm and destruction, trust me


You now rollin' with them thugs from the are-O-C
You are now associating yourself with violent individuals from Roc-a-Fella records


Niggaz want to despise the team
People may resent and envy the success and power of our group


Rocafella
Referring to our record label, Roc-a-Fella


When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
When conflicts arise, it's clear that we are the ones initiating violence


Killa, easy
Referring to Cam'ron and his associate, they are the ones causing harm


Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
I don't care about those who oppose me, I will give them my bullets for free


Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Stating the name of their record label, Roc-a-Fella, multiple times for emphasis


Roc in this muh, muh-muhfucka
Asserting their dominance and presence in the music industry




Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: DAMIEN SMITH, MICHAEL WOODROW SR. JACKSON

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