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Jay-Z ~ Takeover
| C'MON!! Woo!! [Jay-Z]: R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' ths rap shit B-Mac, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit [Verse 1]: The takeover, the break's over, nigga The god MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war R-O-C to strong for y'all It's like bringin' a knife to a gun fight, pen to a test Chest in the line of fire wit' ya thin-ass vest You bringin' them boys to men, how could boys, Po, win? This is grown man B-I, get rolled in a tree-a, biatch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggas'll kidnap ya baby, spit at ya lady We bring knife to fist-fight, kill ya drama We kill you muthafuckin' ants wit' a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I over do it So you won't confuse it with just rap music [Chourus 1]: R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit M-Ezzy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad St. bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out!! We run through y'all) [Verse 2]: I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin' weight, back in '88 You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya Then you dropped Shook Ones, switched ya 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 mask, put ya body in a hole NO! You're not on my level, get ya braids tweeked I sold whatcha whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it wit' Hov, ask Nas, he don't want it wit' Hov NO!! [Chorus 2]: R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit M-Ezzy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out!! We run through y'all) [Verse 3]: I know y'all missin' on the FAME But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70 shots to ya 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 just garbage Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all 'Til your bodyguard's Oochie Wally verse better than yours (oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally) Matter of fact, you had the worse flow on the whole fuckin' song But I know, if the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why you're LAME, career's come to an end It's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from ya folks' pad You scribbled in ya note pad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor Then I heard ya album 'bout ya tec on the dresser So yeah, I sampled ya voice, you was usin' it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then I know who I paid, god, Searchlight Publishing Use your BRAIN, you said you've been in it 10, I've been in it five Smartin' up, Nas Four albums in 10 years, nigga, I can divide That's one every, (ummm) let's say two Two of them shit's was do One was... naaahh, the other was Illmatic That's a one hot album every 10 year average And that's so LAME, nigga, switch up ya flow Your shit is garbage, what? You tryin' to kick knowledge? Y'all 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) Wit' you know who (yeah), just keep that between me and you, nigga [Chorus 1] [Verse 4]: 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 advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmick I will end it, all that yack will be finished You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep Don't make me expose to the folks that don't know you Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels Tinkle-toes, you breakin' my heart Can't fuck wit' me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS! (C'mom!) more free lyrics |