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R O C
we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek
we running this rap shit
B Mac
we running this rap shit
Freeway
we run this rap shit
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running 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 bringing a knife to a gunfight
pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire
with your thin ass vest
You bringing them boys to men
how them boys gonna win
This is grown man B I
get you rolled into triage bi-atch
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
We kill you motherfucking 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 running this rap shit
M-Easy
we running this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully
we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic
when it happens that's it
Freeway
we runnig this rap shit
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running 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 pushing weight
back in '88
You was a ballerina
I got the pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped Shook Ones
switched your demeanour
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 running this rap shit
B Sigel
we running this rap shit
M Easy
we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic
when it happens that's it
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Freeway
we run this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running this rap shit
Watch out We run New York
I know you missing Nas all the fame
But along with celebrity comes about
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 10 to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's Oochie Wally's
verse better than yours
Matter of fact you had the worst flow
on the whole fucking song
But I know the sun don't shine
then son don't shine
That's why your 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 your folks' pad
You scribbled it in your notepad
and created your life
I showed you your first TEC
on tour with Large Professor
Then I heard your album
about your TEC on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice
you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line
I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin nigga
you was getting fucked then
I know who I paid
God Serchlite publishing
Use your brain
You said you've been in this 10
I've been in it 5 smarten up Nas
4 albums in 10 years nigga
I could divide
That's one every let's say 2
2 of them shits was due
1 was nah the other was Illmatic
That's a one hot album
every 10 year average
And that's so lame
Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage
What you trying to kick knowledge
You niggas gonna 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 let's keep that between
me and you for now
R O C
we running this rap shit
M Easy
we running this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully
we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic
when it happens that's it
Freeway
we running this rap shit
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running 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 advisers
ain't forewarn you
Please not Jay he's not for play
I don't slack a minute
all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it all
that yapping 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 jew els
Twinkletoes
you're breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me
go play somewhere I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing
shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar
fuck y'all niggas
R O C
we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek
we running this rap shit
B Mac
we running this rap shit
Freeway
we run this rap shit
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running 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 bringing a knife to a gunfight
pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire
with your thin ass vest
You bringing them boys to men
how them boys gonna win
This is grown man B I
get you rolled into triage bi-atch
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
We kill you motherfucking 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 running this rap shit
M-Easy
we running this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully
we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic
when it happens that's it
Freeway
we runnig this rap shit
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running 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 pushing weight
back in '88
You was a ballerina
I got the pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped Shook Ones
switched your demeanour
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 running this rap shit
B Sigel
we running this rap shit
M Easy
we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic
when it happens that's it
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Freeway
we run this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running this rap shit
Watch out We run New York
I know you missing Nas all the fame
But along with celebrity comes about
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 10 to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's Oochie Wally's
verse better than yours
Matter of fact you had the worst flow
on the whole fucking song
But I know the sun don't shine
then son don't shine
That's why your 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 your folks' pad
You scribbled it in your notepad
and created your life
I showed you your first TEC
on tour with Large Professor
Then I heard your album
about your TEC on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice
you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line
I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin nigga
you was getting fucked then
I know who I paid
God Serchlite publishing
Use your brain
You said you've been in this 10
I've been in it 5 smarten up Nas
4 albums in 10 years nigga
I could divide
That's one every let's say 2
2 of them shits was due
1 was nah the other was Illmatic
That's a one hot album
every 10 year average
And that's so lame
Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage
What you trying to kick knowledge
You niggas gonna 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 let's keep that between
me and you for now
R O C
we running this rap shit
M Easy
we running this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully
we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic
when it happens that's it
Freeway
we running this rap shit
O and Sparks
we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef
we running 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 advisers
ain't forewarn you
Please not Jay he's not for play
I don't slack a minute
all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it all
that yapping 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 jew els
Twinkletoes
you're breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me
go play somewhere I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing
shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar
fuck y'all niggas

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