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[Intro:
Ok First off, you a bitch
Only I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from
Second - you stole from Dame
Third - you Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw diamond 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 years old, you was in 1968 and I open the daily news
How's the king of new york rocking with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas 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 publishing go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you
And he dress 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)
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 40/40 got you in City
Bitched budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' true
But now I look we got more in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in video
I kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Sophie from now on)
How he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided,
But we hawk yo, right you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone check to (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the
Yous a buster, here go jet propellers

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

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote
open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of cats how
Everytime I that label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west slang yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you me, respect, better dwell me
fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing slinging crack (word)
Mr. stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I Akinel her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It my fault 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 in the glove
hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, is dead"

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