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

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your publishing should go to Mrs.
Honest. Stealing shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, Dame had it
Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in (nope)
it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the got you in Atlantic City
your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it it's true
But now I look we got dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? in Jeezy 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 off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Hawaiian from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can fool the rest of the long as New York know
We put u underground clown gone check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I respect my elders
I the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, here go jet

2X: Max B]
You gotta us the way we getting this paper
All my niggaz is coming from minimum wages
niggaz ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for we gotta 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 at a nigga cause here it come

[Verse 2:
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 right? no
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the
I left the label right, lot of cats how
Everytime I diss label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a a mil
play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west 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 it back, that's your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it (stop)
got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It ain't my I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh for love
Killa bitch go to handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her (you know what is is)
"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"

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