I can't feel you; I want you to "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO "

I can't feel you; I want you to "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO "

Ooh Put up your hands show me the real you

If you don't put your hands up then I'ma kill you

You ain't never been touched homie I can't feel you

I don't listen to threats ni**a I can't hear you (hello )

Put up your hands show me the real you

You don't put your hands up I'ma kill you

I'm the sh*t fool it's the king prince too

I'm the next sh*t from the I'm Da Sh*t crew ooh

Ni**a get cool "You're my boy Blue

Blue you're my boy " I'll Chicago Illinois you

Ni**a we'll destroy you

It's a motherf**kin wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil

I can't feel you; I want you to "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO "

Idolize 'em not a lot of 'em body by them

There's a bottle by the fags she should try to follow

The man with the rocks rocky as Colorado standin on top of them

Toppin top the opposition I ain't quittin 'til Vishis in my position

I drop this apocalyptic you got to be optimistic

I'm hot hot hot

Let's try this sh*t again

Vishis the prince the topic of the spit

This cop nowhere near it I'm in a win-win position (yes)

Could send killers to knock-knock (who is it )

Hard in pot fall by the end of the visit (yes)

No henchmen

Six shots the biscuit

Smackin on his back like I'm burpin a infant

Then ni**a put up your hands show me the real you

Put money on your head and then I'ma bill YOU

Take it out yo' a** in hell I'm on a ratchet trail

And you about to see the gat derail

I can't feel you; I want you to "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO "

Yeah Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols

Missiles'll hit your tissue [ ] show you and STAY like Mystikal

Clip to whoever riddle my mental see you and scratch

You tryin to scrap to cover up the fact you can't rap

I can't feel you; I want you to "ROCK THAT"

Glock that pop that shock that

Down to click twos I'ma spit true

Dominant crew I'm the SH*T fool

Ooh

Put the clip to a actor CUT

You motherf**kers up when it's action ni**a what

We don't fight rappers we write back at ya

Black mac blap niggaz back snap backwards

Ooh

Actors act puss blow 'em off the atlas

Fear niggaz should fear on point like a cactus

You probably need to practice that's it backflip

Word blacksmith herb active D**E

I can't feel you; I want you to "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"ROCK THAT" sh*t "ROCK THAT" sh*t

"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO "

Ooh