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[Intro:
Ok off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella Dame
Second - you stole Kanye Dame
Third - you stole from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, turn the off
I had to turn the beat off for
You bout you a 80's baby
You 37 old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news
How's the king of new york rocking sandals jeans?
Open toe with choncletas with jeans on
the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to

1: Cam'Ron]
You the only one with big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, Dame had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you hoe
(Go to & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it it's true
But now I we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, was there)
At Jaz video you in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided,
But we yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world as New York know
We put u underground clown aint check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the
a customer buster, here go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this
All my niggaz is coming strait minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th we tote them guns (DipSet)
is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause it come

2: Cam'Ron]
Killa! go
Who can with me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella no contact
But Busta fly joints, put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of wonder how
I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 a half a mil
play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack
you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I will her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It ain't my I'm raw
I'm B but I want a war
And he "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you what is is)
"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"

[Ontro 1:
Y'all niggaz don't it with us man
This just one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George man
You gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something over
You doing what Ma$e did, you making songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades