Run To The ROC

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In other words, he shall live but die you must Instill your faith in ever whom thy trust Instill your faith, get crushed my a man like such Don't let them niggas gas you up like Sig is, but Sig the shit, but far from ass Stop the blood clot crying, the pain shall pass But for now meet the reaper and feel thy rath Green as the grass shall be on the other side Another lie told to you by old blue eyes Blue is the color of deception, so my recollection Now you're lost with no direction I'm a stand up man, I stand on my own two, firm Why fool never learn? Play with fire, get burned But my word you don't trust it, now it's too late once you touch it [Verse 2: Young Chris] Uh, Young C, SP, yo I love my niggas for life, ain't no doubt about that My nigga Free, nigga Crack, throw a shout for Mac Oschino and Sparks, them niggas my heart (insert lyric) Kept them one hundred from the start HOV prop, we was fresh off the block, like what? Came at Nas, came at the locks, ain't give a fuck Whoever came at big homie had a problem with us See we was all we knew, in Roc-a-fella we trust Now this bullshit split up, fucked the whole shit up Knocked us back to scratch, how the fuck we get back to that Niggas need you big homie, gotta get back to rap I mean, facts is facts, 16 you had my back Now we back corner to corner, niggas laugh at that Seeing me firing the streets, how you ain't mad at that? Let alone niggas plan my demise, tough love Big homie you ain't stand by my side. How can I (run to the ROC) [Verse 3: Omillio Sparks] It's death before dishonor and I'm a fucking rider Flicking my middle finger to all the corporate liars Juelz can feel the fire, cause he's a fucking traitor I'm far from a hater, I never been a liar My fucking youngest riding, it's like they let us suffer Making they skins thicker, making they circle tighter And they ain't relying on us, to get them out the gutter See what I want for myself, I want for my brothers Calm as a mother fucker, and ya'll some fronting niggas I'm trying to feed my babies, ya'll trying to starve my siblings I ain't received the cheques since my boy Mac was sentenced Law sent us back, what's your personal business Now we back in the trenches in this hurting position Imagine me in the kitchen somewhere working the dishes You get your wish if you ever planned my demise Tough love, big homie you ain't stand by my side, how can I (run to the ROC)