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[Intro:
Ok First off, you a nigga
Only I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella Dame
- you stole Kanye from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - on, turn the beat off
I had to the beat off for this
You bout you a 80's baby
You 37 old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news
the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your publishing go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he dress 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)
Dead it pronto, you see a car. No
Dame and Biggs for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' true
But now I look we got dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy
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 Sophie from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or ass and I'm consided, damn
But we yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can the rest of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone check to (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my
I the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
a customer buster, here go jet propellers

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

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the
I the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on niggaz)
coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my album)
I might it back, that's your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout 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) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, sucker 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)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, is dead"

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