C MON!! Woo!! [Jay-Z]: R-O-Cwe runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleekwe runnin ths rap shit B-Macwe runnin this rap shit Freewaywe run this rap shit O & Sparkswe runnin this rap shit Chris & Neefwe runnin this rap shit [Verse 1]: The takeoverthe break s overnigga The god MCmeJay-Hova Hey lil soldieryou ain t ready for war R-O-C to strong for y all It s like bringin a knife to a gun fightpen to a test Chest in the line of fire wit ya thin-ass vest You bringin them boys to menhow could boysPowin? This is grown man B-Iget rolled in a tree-abiatch Your reach ain t long enoughdunny Peeps ain t strong enough a Roc-A-Fella is the armybetter yet the navy Niggas ll kidnap ya babyspit at ya lady We bring knife to fist-fightkill ya drama We kill you mutha in ants wit a sledgehammer Don t let me do it to youdunny cause I over do it So you won t confuse it with just rap music [Chourus 1]: R-O-Cwe runnin this rap shit M-Ezzywe runnin this rap shit The Broad St.
bullywe runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plasticwhen it happensthat s it Freewaywe runnin this rap shit O & Sparkswe runnin this rap shit Chris & Neefwe runnin this rap shit (Watch out!! We run through y all) [Verse 2]: I don t care if you Mobb DeepI hold triggers to crews You little I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weightback in 88 You was a ballerinaI got the picturesI seen ya Then you dropped Shook Onesswitched ya demeanor Wellwe don t believe youyou need more people Roc-A-Fellastudents of the gamewe 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 oneI ll detach you Mind from spiritbody from soul They ll have to hold a maskput ya body in a hole NO! You re not on my levelget ya braids tweeked I sold whatcha whole album sold in my first week You guys don t want it wit Hovask Nashe don t want it wit Hov NO!! [Chorus 2]: R-O-Cwe runnin this rap shit B.
Sigelwe runnin this rap shit M-Ezzywe runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plasticwhen it happensthat s it O & Sparkswe runnin this rap shit Freewaywe runnin this rap shit Chris & Neefwe 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 framenigga You a LAMEYou s the fag model for Karl KaniEsco ads Went from Nasty Nas to Esco s trash Had a spark when you startedbut 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 wallyoochie wally wally) Matter of factyou had the worse flow on the whole in song But I knowif the sun don t shinethen son don t shine That s why you re LAMEcareer s come to an end It s only so long fake thugs can pretend Niggayou ain t live ityou 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 yeahI sampled ya voiceyou was usin it wrong You made it a hot lineI made it a hot song And you ain t get a coinniggayou was gettin ed then I know who I paidgodSearchlight Publishing Use your BRAINyou said you ve been in it 10I ve been in it five Smartin upNas Four albums in 10 yearsniggaI can divide That s one every(ummm) let s say two Two of them shit s was do One was
naaahhthe other was Illmatic That s a one hot album every 10 year average And that s so LAMEniggaswitch up ya flow is garbagewhat? 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 younigga [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 shitniggaI m grown Please leave it alonedon t throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that treethat tree will fall on you I don t know why your advisors ain t forewarn you Pleasenot Jayhe s not for play I don t slack a minuteall that thug rappin and gimmick I will end itall that yack will be finished You are not deepyou made your bednow sleep Don t make me expose to the folks that don t know you NiggaI know you wellall the stolen jewels Tinkle-toesyou breakin my heart Can t wit mego play somewhereI m busy And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga You only get half a bar Y ALL NIGGAS! (C mom!) |
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