[Jay-Z]
  Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
  Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
  Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
  It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?
    Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
  Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
  Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
  Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
  Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
  Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
  Oh please feel us - we heat holders
  Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
  The plot thickens, the block clickin
  We got the game tied up, stop trippin
  Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
  Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
  Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
  The fire I spit burn down Happyland
  Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
  Non-social, gone postal
  Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
  like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
  I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
  Don't make me take it to the old school
  I put holes through your hoes too
  through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
  Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
  Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
  Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
  It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
  Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
  You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
  I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
  No obituary, I get it critical
  You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
  When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
  When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards
  Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
  Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon
  Spit acid, c'mon
  Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
  Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
  Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
  Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
  You can dream hard but reality is
  we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
  puff the green raw, we as real as it get
  We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
  Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
  Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
  Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap
    [Beanie Sigel]
  R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
  From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
  Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
  Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
  Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
  Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
  Competition, linin 'em up
  Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up
  You want, drama what? Well silence it up
  Since a young buck, violent as fuck
  Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid
  I send niggaz to the trauma unit
  Forty-five or the nine'll do it
  I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!
  Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
  when they motherfuckin peeps hit
  But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un
  I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
  Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all
  Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right
    [Amil]
  Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
  Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
  Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
  get away no you can't can't I surrendi?
  And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
  In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di
    [Jay-Z]
  Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
  Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh