I've traveled every country, I've traveled in my mind It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer to all
Translation: Rob Rock. Move On.
Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat, give me a stage to stand on I know that none y'all ever planned on A dude from L.A. who could rock
worst One, come on, come on, one (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
', turn it up See the money ain't a thang So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is Rock, rock on Rock, rock on Rock
'll rob you See a nigga creep on ah come up Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat Hey, at ten o'clock, I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block
boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking
on no song Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about But you on that hoe shit Get the fuck outta my way They say they move down and side to
war on drugs turned to a war on us Then AIDS just topped it off, this shit here is fucked up You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job Break
be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all On my
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty mo at the top All invisible set in little ice cube blocks If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on da rocks
up See the money ain't a thang So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on
up and see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, looking for divine order Life goes on,
looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got Glocks intellectual rob behind cops On
