R.O.C., we running this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit B. Mac, we running this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O and Sparks, we running this rap shit Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit The takeover, the break's over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringing them boys to men, how them boys 'posed win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage Biatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggas'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny, 'cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we running this rap shit M-Easy, we running this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O and Sparks, we running this rap shit Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit (Watch out! We run New York) I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little f*ck, I've got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushing weight, back in '88 You was a ballerina, I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class 'Cause nobody could read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you, like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one, I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', no! R.O.C., we running this rap shit B. Sigel, we running this rap shit M-Easy, we running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it O and Sparks, we running this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit (Watch out! We run New York) I know you miss it Nas, the (fame!) But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70 shots to your frame Nigga, you a (lame!) You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song But I know, the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why you're (lame!) Careers come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin, nigga you was getting fucked then I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your (brain!) You said you been in this ten I've been in it five, smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was "nah", The other was "Illmatic" That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so (lame!) Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge? (F*ck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we running this rap shit M-Easy, we running this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we running this rap shit Chris & Neef, we running this rap shit (Watch out! We run New York) A wise man told me don't argue with fools 'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks I will end it, all that yapping be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels Twinkle toes you breaking my heart You can't f*ck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, f*ck y'all niggas
Written by: Alan Lomax, Bryan James Chandler, Eric Victor Burdon, Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Lawrence Parker, Raymond D. Manzarek, Robert A. Krieger, Rodney Maurice Lemay, Shawn C. Carter
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