Takeover

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win?
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
But I know, the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
When I was pushin' weight, back in eighty-eight

O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
Seventy shots to your brain, nigga, you are lame
Uh, we kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer

But along with celebrity comes 'bout
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
R.O.C too strong for y'all
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Because you know who, did you know what? With you know who
The takeover, the break's over nigga
I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
But just keep that between me and you for now
And that's so lame, nigga switch up your flow
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You little fuck, I've got money stacks bigger than you
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Freeway, we run this rap shit
R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit
R.O.C, we runnin' this rap shit
Watch out! We run New York"
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
That's a one hot album every ten year average
'Cause nobody could read you dudes like we do
Mind from spirit, body from soul
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani-Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit
You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you
'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
You was a ballerina, I got your pictures I seen ya
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
Don't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it
Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', no!
Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga
A wise man told me don't argue with fools
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker

Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life

Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
"Watch out! We run New York"
Your chest in the line of fire with ya thin ass vest
Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart
Use your brain, you said you been in this ten

We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama
R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
One was nah, the other was "Illmatic"
Watch out! We run New York"
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin' fucked then
I know you missin' all the fame
That's why your lame
Career come to an end, there's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song

To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong
Beatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you

That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
So you won't confuse it with just rap music
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
I've been in it five, smarten up Nas
Well, we don't believe you, you need more people

Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide