Takeover

R o c we runnin this rap sh*t

Memphis bleek we runnin this rap sh*t

B mac we runnin this rap sh*t

Freeway we run this rap sh*t

O & sparks we runnin this rap sh*t

Chris & neef we runnin this rap sh*t

The takeover the breaks over ni**a

God mc me jay-hova

Hey lil soldier you ain't ready for war

R o c too strong for yall

Its like bringin a knife to a gunfight pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-a** vest

You bringin them boyz ii men how them boys gon win

This is grown man b i get you rolled into triage

Beatch - your reach ain't long enough dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough f**ka

Roc-a-fella is the army better yet the navy

Niggazll kidnap your babies spit at your lady

We bring - knife to fistfight kill your drama

Uh we kill you motherf**kin 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 runnin this rap sh*t

M-easy we runnin this rap sh*t

The broad street bully we runnin this rap sh*t

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats it

Freeway we runnin this rap sh*t

O & sparks we runnin this rap sh*t

Chris & neef we runnin this rap sh*t

Watch out we run new york krs-one

I don't care if you mobb deep I hold triggers to crews

You little f**k I've got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin weight back in eighty-eight

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 classes

Nobody can read you dudes like we do

Don't let em gas you like jigga is a** and won't clap you

Trust me on this one - Ill 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 nooooo

R o c we runnin this rap sh*t

B sigel we runnin this rap sh*t

M-easy we runnin this rap sh*t

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats it

O & sparks we runnin this rap sh*t

Freeway we run this rap sh*t

Chris & neef we runnin this rap sh*t

Watch out we run new york krs-one

I know you missin all the - faaaaaaame

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame

Ni**a; you a - laaaaaaame

Youse the fag model for karl kani/esco ads

Went from nasty nas to escos trash

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all

To your bodyguards oochie wally verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole f**kin song

But I know - the sun don't shine then son don't shine

Thats why your - laaaaaaame - career come to a end

Theres only so long fake thugs can pretend

Ni**a; 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

Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser

So yeah I sampled your 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 ni**a you was gettin f**ked and

I know who I paid god serchlite publishing

Use your - braaaaaaain you said you been in this ten

I've been in it five - smarten up nas

Four albums in ten years ni**a I can divide

Thats one every lets say two two of them shits was due

One was - nahhh the other was illmatic

Thats a one hot album every ten year average

And thats so - laaaaaaame ni**a switch up your flow

Your sh*t is garbage but you try and kick knowledge

Get the f**k outta here you niggaz 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 runnin this rap sh*t

M-easy we runnin this rap sh*t

The broad street bully we runnin this rap sh*t

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats it

Freeway we run this rap sh*t

O & sparks we runnin this rap sh*t

Chris & neef we runnin this rap sh*t

Watch out we run new york krs-one

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 sh*t ni**a 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 hes not for play

I don't slack a minute all that thug rappin and gimmicks

I will end it all that yappin 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

Ni**a I know you well all the stolen jew-els

Twinkletoes you breakin my heart

You can't f**k with me - go play somewhere I'm busy

And all you other cats throwin shots at jigga

You only get half a bar - f**k yall niggaz