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The takeover, the break's nigga God MC, me, Hey soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for why It's like a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny Your ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the Niggaz'll your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I it So you won't confuse it with rap music
R.O.C., we this rap shit M-Easy, we this rap shit The Street Bully, we running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it Freeway, we run rap shit O and Sparks, we this rap shit Chris and Neef, we running rap shit (Watch out! We run New York)
I don't if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, I've got money bigger than you I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya Then you "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor Well, we don't you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the Nobody could read you like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and clap you Trust me on this one, detach you Mind from spirit, from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a No, you're not on my level get your brakes I sold what ya whole album sold in my first You guys want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!
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I know you all the, fame! But with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain Nigga, you a, lame! Youse the fag model for Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to trash Had a spark when you started but now just garbage Fell top ten to not mentioned at all To bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your, lame! Career to a end There's only so long fake thugs can Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad You scribbled in your notepad and created life I showed you your first tec on tour Large Professor (Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing Use your, brain! You you been in this ten I've in it five, smarten up Nas Four in ten years nigga? I could divide That's one every say two, two of them shits was due One was, no! The was "Illmatic" That's a one hot album every ten average And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you who (who) did you know what (what) you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now
R.O.C., we this rap shit M-Easy, we running this rap The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
Freeway, we run this rap O & Sparks, we running rap shit Chris & Neef, we running rap shit (Watch out! We run New York)
A wise man told me don't argue with people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop that childish shit, nigga I'm grown leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for I don't slack a minute, all thug rapping and gimmicks I end it, all that yapping be finished You are not deep, you your bed now sleep Don't make me expose to them folks that know you Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels Twinkle toes you my heart You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga You get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas