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[Jay-Z]
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 & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin 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 bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass 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, fucka 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 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 run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 'Watch out!! We run New York' -> [KRS-One] I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, 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 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 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', nooooo! 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 & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 'Watch out!! We run New York' -> [KRS-One] I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME! But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! 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 fuckin song but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; 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 (Me, that's who!) 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 nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was 'Illmatic' That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz 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) with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now 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 run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 'Watch out!! We run New York' -> [KRS-One] 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 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 Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You 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 nigga |
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| 3:35 |
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DMX: Somethin' new
Chorus(2x): Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll DMX: Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die All I know is pain All I feel is rain How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence Like you don't know what our style is New York niggaz the wildest My niggaz is wit' it You want it? come and get it Took it then we split it You fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru I'ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz When you find out there's some more niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle just cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes Chorus(2x) Is ya'll niggaz crazy? I'll buss you and be swazy Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you Ya I know it's pitiful That's how niggaz get down Watch my niggaz spit round Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home Home of the brave, my home is a cage and yo I'ma slave til' my home is the grave I'ma pull capers, it's all about the papers Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us Chorus(2x) Look what you dun started, Asked for it, you got it Had it, should have shot it Now your dearly departed Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit Niggaz know when I kick shit It's gonna be some slick shit What was that look for, when I walked in the door Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk through that door, with that 4 4 Now it's time for bed Two more to the head, got the floor red Yea that nigga's dead Another unsolved mystery, It's goin' down in history Niggaz ain't never did shit to me Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh So to the next time, you hear this nigga rhyme Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and crime Chorus(1x) |
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