Takeover

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, ****

God MC, me, Jay Hova

Hey, little soldier, you ain't ready for war

R.O.C too strong for y'all

It's like bringing a knife to a gun fight, pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest

You bringin' them boys to 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

****'ll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady

We bring knife to fist fight, 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 the pictures, I seen ya

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor

Well, we don't believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella students of the game

We passed the class 'cause 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 runnin' this rap shit

Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit

Watch out, we run New York

I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame)

But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame

****, 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 of fact, you had the worst flow in the whole fucking song

But I know the sun don't shine if 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

****, 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, ****, you was gettin' fucked then

I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing

Use your (Brain)

You said you been in this ten, I been in it five

Smarten up, Nas

Four albums in ten years, ****?

I could divide, that's one every, let's say two

Two of them shits was doo

One was nah, the other was "Illmatic"

That's a one hot album every ten year average

And that's so (Lame)

****, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage

What, you tryna kick knowledge?

Y'all **** gon' learn to respect the king

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who

Did you know what with you know who

But just keep that between me and you, ****

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

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, ****, 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 forewarned 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

****, I know you well, all the stolen jewels

Twinkletoes, you breaking my heart

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 ****