Run To The Roc Songtext / Lyric

[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)