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

[Verse 1:
You the only one with 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, when had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
Bitched your outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more dudes in then you
Appar-ently Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask 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 where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York
We put u underground clown aint check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't 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 this paper
All my niggaz is strait from minimum wages
dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga here it come

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no
But fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get a hundred thou'
Jus for y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (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 coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack
Heck you tell me, respect, dwell me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, your 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 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 sucker for
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the
hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh chill, Cochran is dead"

[Ontro 1:
Y'all niggaz want it with us man
This just round one, 15 B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25
Actin like you gon us
You got over there man, and we George Bush man
You aint Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something there
You what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man out]