C`MON!!
Woo!!
[Jay-Z]:
R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we runnin` ths rap shit
B-Mac, we runnin` this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit
[Verse 1]:
The takeover, the break`s over, nigga
The god MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil` soldier, you ain`t ready for war
R-O-C to strong for y`all
It`s like bringin` a knife to a gun fight, pen to a test
Chest in the line of fire wit` ya thin-ass vest
You bringin` them boys to men, how could boys, Po, win?
This is grown man B-I, get rolled in a tree-a, biatch
Your reach ain`t long enough, dunny
Peeps ain`t strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggas`ll kidnap ya baby, spit at ya lady
We bring knife to fist-fight, kill ya drama
We kill you muthafuckin` ants wit` a sledgehammer
Don`t let me do it to you, dunny, `cause I over do it
So you won`t confuse it with just rap music
[Chourus 1]:
R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit
M-Ezzy, we runnin` this rap shit
The Broad St. bully, we runnin` this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that`s it
Freeway, we runnin` this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit
(Watch out!! We run through y`all)
[Verse 2]:
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 ya demeanor
Well, we don`t believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class
`Cause nobody could 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 mask, put ya body in a hole
NO! You`re not on my level, get ya braids tweeked
I sold whatcha whole album sold in my first week
You guys don`t want it wit` Hov, ask Nas, he don`t want it wit` Hov
NO!!
[Chorus 2]:
R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit
B. Sigel, we runnin` this rap shit
M-Ezzy, we runnin` this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that`s it
O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit
Freeway, we runnin` this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit
(Watch out!! We run through y`all)
[Verse 3]:
I know y`all missin` on the FAME
But along with celebrity comes `bout 70 shots to ya 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 just garbage
Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all
`Til your bodyguard`s Oochie Wally verse better than yours (oochie
wally wally, oochie wally wally)
Matter of fact, you had the worse flow on the whole fuckin` song
But I know, if the sun don`t shine, then 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
Nigga, you ain`t live it, you witnessed it from ya folks` pad
You scribbled in ya note pad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
Then I heard ya album `bout ya tec on the dresser
So yeah, I sampled ya 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 then
I know who I paid, god, Searchlight Publishing
Use your BRAIN, you said you`ve been in it 10, I`ve been in it five
Smartin` up, Nas
Four albums in 10 years, nigga, I can divide
That`s one every, (ummm) let`s say two
Two of them shit`s was do
One was... naaahh, the other was Illmatic
That`s a one hot album every 10 year average
And that`s so LAME, nigga, switch up ya flow
Your shit is garbage, what? You tryin` to kick knowledge?
Y`all niggas 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)
Wit` you know who (yeah), just keep that between me and you, nigga
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 4]:
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 gimmick
I will end it, all that yack will be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep
Don`t make me expose to the folks that don`t know you
Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Tinkle-toes, you breakin` my heart
Can`t fuck wit` 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 NIGGAS! (C`mom!)
