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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 fifty
First - you Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye Dame
Third - you Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, turn the off
I had to turn the beat off for
You talkin you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily
How's the king of new york rocking sandals jeans?
toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
to business

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your publishing go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. +BIG+ 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, 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 & you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
Bitched your outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' true
But now I look we got more in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda 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 off the greyhound, Peter 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 York
We put u underground clown gone 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
a customer 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 dick ridin the dips steady to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them (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 with me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the
I the label 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 hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play like a sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy (put flowers on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better 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 slinging (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, it fellas (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 Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for
Killa go to trial handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know is is)
Tell "Oh chill, Cochran is dead"

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