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[Intro:
Ok First off, you a nigga
Only reason I'm doin
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a fifty
First - you stole from Dame
- you stole Kanye from Dame
Third - you Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I the nigga throw 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 king of new york 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

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who '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 Biggs for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic
Bitched your outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy
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 Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New 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 buster, here go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we this paper
All my niggaz is coming strait minimum wages
niggaz ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we 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 me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella no contact
But fly joints, they put us out the contract
I the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a 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 like a bumper sticker smack a
Paul Wall cap a but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west coast slang yo cap ya
Down in ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, your world
Had the thing, fucking singing slinging crack (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 my fault I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial stuff 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:
Y'all niggaz don't want it us man
This just round one, 15 B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, out 25 thou'
Actin like you gon us
You got anthrax over there man, and we Bush man
You aint gone Sadam it
Acting you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making songs man
Let it out man, we for 15 rounds man [fades out]