Takeover

Come on! Woo!
 R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit
 Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit
 B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit
 Freeway, we run this rap shit
 O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
 Chris and Neef, we runnin' 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 bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
 Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest
 You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win?
 This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into 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 motherfuckin' 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 shit
 M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
 The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
 Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
 Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
 O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
 Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
 (Watch out! We run New York)
 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 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 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 your 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 runnin' this rap shit
 B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit
 M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
 Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
 O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
 Freeway, we run this rap shit
 Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
 (Watch out! We run New York)
 I know you missin' all 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!) Career 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 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 nigga you was gettin' fucked and
 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 can 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, but you try and kick knowledge?
 (Get the fuck 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 shit
 M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
 The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
 Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
 Freeway, we run this rap shit
 O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
 Chris and Neef, we runnin' 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 advisors ain't forewarn you
 Please, not Jay, he's, 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
 Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels
 Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart
 You can't fuck with 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 niggaz (come on!)