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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 Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you Kanye from Dame
- you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them was fired
- hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the off for this
You talkin bout you a 80's
You 37 years old, you was born in and I open the daily news
How's the king of new york rocking sandals with
Open toe sandals with choncletas with on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with and he 42 years old?
Back to

[Verse 1:
You ain't the one with big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he 2 albums, you wildin
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 Atlantic
Bitched your budget outta baseline, it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' true
But now I look we got dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Sophie from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can the rest of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint check to sell-us (cellars)
I he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the and the sellers
Yous a buster, here go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we this paper
All my is coming strait from minimum wages
niggaz ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them (DipSet)
This is nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa Season at a nigga 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 Rocafella right? no
But Busta fly joints, put us out the contract
I the label right, lot of cats wonder 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 cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul cap a grill but them cats 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 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, fucking singing bout crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I will 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 "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh 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 chill, Cochran is dead"

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