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[Intro:
Ok First off, you a nigga
Only reason I'm this
I'ma jus 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from
Second - you Kanye from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear 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 talkin bout you a baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the news
How's the king of new rocking sandals with jeans?
Open toe with choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years
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 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when 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 bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic
Bitched your budget outta baseline, it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's
But now I look we got dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a 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 Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How he be the man? (huh)
Only fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world 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 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 dick the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new (DipSet)
In niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa holla at a nigga cause here it come

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put on them niggaz)
East coast coast slang yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you 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, singing bout slinging crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella 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)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for
Killa bitch go to trial stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you 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 us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin like you gon us
You got anthrax there man, and we George Bush man
You gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something over
You doing what Ma$e did, you super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades