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"585 (Roc Y'all) Remix"
[feat. Hassaan Mackey, Black Sinatra, L I & Nikal Fieldz]

[Intro: Sample]
Night after night
It repeats
I'm excited

[Emilio:] Yo Rochester. Stand up. Get ready

[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
I'm the Roc like all day Sunday, go by the pound (yeah)
Or all day complaing smoking the sour (yeah)
It's always upstate that's holding us down
Cause it's the
585, it's Roc Town
From Highland Hospitals born, to Highland Hospitals more
Where lillacs are known to drop in the morn'
Or Lyell Ave where the prostitutes walk
Making profit in the
We wasting dollars on boats
Fast ferry and cats barely can float
Cream like cadburry if cats carrying coke
Schemes that go on, get you burried in Mount Hope
Cause the
It's not a joke man
Nobody laughing at the comic's cafe
And the swings of the Red Wings'll send things into space
In them days before Frontier Field
Blue Cross, Blue Shield
Aiyo Hassaan, tell 'em how you feel

[Verse 2: Hassaan Mackey]
5 [?]
8 fever?
Weighted world for breathers
Dying without reason
Flying without leaving
Binded at my feet, I'm trying to talk street and
But it's hard not to expose the reason my hearts beating
Dreams in the Winter like season
Faded [?] expecting my freedom
Found at a crossroads
Churches and liquor stores
Hustlers, pimps and hoes
We live by a different code
Killers and drug dealers, the same as the simple folk
Trying to find a slice of life pie that's worth living for
Lost world with hope
Ambition and smoke
Pain for pleasure
A fork in the road
Backdrop [?] finds know where to go
We got time and double rails to blow
Boy I'll take you come and visit the show
Gunshots going off in the road
Fly city get busy fo'sho mo'fucka [?]

[Verse 3: Black Sinatra]
There's no love here
Just bullets and guns here
Thugs and drugs here
Fatherless sons here
Damn. Why did I come here?
Seen a bout 100 lives taken in one year
Seen a lot of faces walk around with one tear
It's children mislead, mothers are strung here
It's like a smile in the sky, we reach for the sun here
Because days is dark, nights is cold
Best friends back stab with a knife and so [?]
It's a war going on outside
And it's all over pride
Paper, pussy, I'll let you decide
Can't shine because another gat's stretching it's iron?
And get your Benjamins to bars that you set to the side
They put the metal to your girl if you taking your time
Cause the hunger is that real, to love then die
Yo the pain does not yield, tears do not dry

Thurston, Ridgeway, Durnan, Rosewood, Joseph, Jay Street, Clinton [?] The whole world!
The east side, west side
Let 'em know it's the
So let 'em know where you from [?]
Roc ya'll
Roc ya'll
Roc City and we headed for the top ya'll
Upstate up in this bitch won't stop ya'll

[Verse 4: L.I.]
Alright, just exit off the 104 or 490 (ok)
Keep a watch for troopers that going right behind me
Don't turn around nigga, keep your fucking head straight
I ain't trying to get pulled and catch a fucking fed case
Alright nigga now we straight
They turned a couple streets ago
I'll get you to a guy through the livest streets I know
We'll blow through the east
Then hit up the west a while
So I assume you'll stay alive, I kinda like your style
If you want to get some money I can show you where and how
The Roc's real lucrative, It's been my cash cow
Don't forget about the beef though
While you sell your heroine, pain pills, need blow
Younger cats creep slow
All the cats will kidnap and set you up a big oh
Laid back, watching it on the phone like a free throw
And then you go swish
You wig get pushed?
This above all niggas, all niggas in the bush
Roc City

[Verse 5: Nikal Fieldz]
We forming [?]
Huddles on blocks, while shuffling crack rocks
Play hop scotch then pop shots
Welcome to the Roc
MCs is on they grind
But most be on the prime
From building [?] lost
To charges and serving time
Taking advantage of artists trying to get it
Claiming A&Rs is coming but charging you for a gimmick
They chopping beats and most is going for cheap
[?] Leech
We live fast
Any fast and staying on the move
Face position screwed cause we all got something to prove
Streets like quicksand
If you step on them you stuck in them
Murder rate high alongside those stuck in the system
We run from cops
Investing cocaine like stocks
And when the price goes up, we sell it and rerock
Kids will kill you with slugs
Quicker than older thugs
Call me crazy but this here's the city that I love
I'm from the Roc!

Thurston, Ridgeway, Durnan, Rosewood, Joseph, Jay Street, Clinton [?] The whole world!
The east side, west side
Let 'em know it's the
So let 'em know where you from [?]
Roc ya'll
Roc ya'll
Roc City and we headed for the top ya'll
Upstate up in this bitch won't stop ya'll

[Outro: Emilio]
Everybody outside of the Roc. That whole area, Monroe County. Stand up ya'll [?]

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