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!)

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