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