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点击复制Take Over - The Hit Co. (热歌公司)
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 and Sparks,
We runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef,
We runnin' this rap sh*t
The takeover, the break's over ni**a
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 ya thin a** vest
You bringin' them Boyz II Men,
How them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I.,
Get you rolled in the triage
Beatch, your reach
Ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, f**ker
Roc-A-Fella is the army,
Better yet the navy
Niggaz'll 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 that's it
Freeway, we runnin' this rap sh*t
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap sh*t
"Watch out! We run New York"
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
'Cause nobody could 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,
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 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', no!
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 that's it
Freeway, we runnin' this rap sh*t
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap sh*t
Watch out! We run New York"
I know you missin' all the fame
But along with celebrity comes 'bout
Seventy shots to your brain,
Ni**a, you are lame
Youse 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 f**kin' song
But I know, the sun don't shine,
Then son don't shine
That's why your lame
Career come to an end,
There's 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 your 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 corn ni**a
You was gettin' f**ked then
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 ni**a?
I could 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,
Ni**a switch up your flow
Your sh*t is garbage,
But you try and kick knowledge?
You niggaz 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 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 that's it
Freeway, we runnin' this rap sh*t
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap sh*t
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 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 advisers
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 to
Them folks that don't know you
Ni**a I know you well,
All the stolen jewels
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 y'all niggaz