First Division - Grown Ups feat Roc Marciano

Yo, Roc, you ready, son?
Aha
So let's do it then

You know exactly what it is
This grown men shit, we ain't rapping for the kids

Put a plan to hell like a Canadian flag
Skin a rapper to a handbag and gag him with his gang rap
Then gain more lengths than a 40 inch tank
Praying fast through the days that passed
We was made to last, most niggers is major ass
In full, I get paid in cash
Chilling, I ate the hash, my crew ain't afraid to blast
I sprayed that from bloodbath to back raft
Here's a draft, pull off the mask and the musty gas
And I be damned if I be slandered and remanded
This is a standing, my stanzas left to bring us out of disadvantage
Banana clips to hammers, tryina force your CDs on us like Christian pamphlets
I put niggers in Pampers, rolling them Mister Panthers
Let the poor stop, remorse like a boss fly
Slip your antlers, hit your sore spot
'Cause I'm the man, I came to talk and I can't cram her
Official, no glitz and glamour
Just a grip like I'm in the slammer, make a nigger scam
But put a damper on your J amper
You must be on your jo-jo dancer, shallow
That's the answer

Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood
If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're FUCKING WITH GROWN MEN

Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood
If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're FUCKING WITH GROWN MEN

Busting with no wind in sight
So don't bet your life that when it's time to rep I won't
Get your wife could blow
The dynamo who will stay perfected, tighter flow stew
The paper pendant I crawl to
I'm a grown dude, my style is old school
But Js I made at night, I don't lose
Amazing when I'm whiling on fools
Keep dreaming, check your record, make ‘em recognize
My whole crew's the reign and enterprise
I came to set the livest show, you could ever try to go, too
Expect to find oppressive rhyming
Odes connect to my electrifying vocals
I write with no rules, every line is so true
I should warn you, it's dangerous to light my short fuse
Second side, you know, use the best supplier, though
You's guessing why I compose juice
Profession like a cold dude to get you vibing
Wait from left to right and don't snooze
Your next assignment: aim for head that biting, throw dudes
Piece of plastic, pay attention or you're left to rusting
DJs the best to play this record as they favorite rapping
Yeah, we play this out to break your neck and get the ladies sweating
That's the way your legends takes respect, raised on 87
Use suggestion as my ace for saving your day profession
When days connecting and praise the heavens they got stars
Roc Marc and Jason, yes, it ain't no question
What? You feel me?

Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood
If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're FUCKING WITH GROWN MEN

Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood
If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're FUCKING WITH GROWN MEN

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