Jay-Z - Takeover Lyrics
[jay-z]R.o.c., we runnin this rap shitMemphis bleek, we runnin this rap shitB. mac, we runnin this rap shitFreeway, we run this rap shitO & sparks, we runnin this rap shitChris & neef, we runnin this rap shitThe takeover, the breaks over niggaGod mc, me, jay-hovaHey lil soldier you aint ready for warR.o.c. too strong for yallIts like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a testYour chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vestYou bringin them boyz ii men, how them boys gon win?This is grown man b.i., get you rolled into triageBeatch - your reach aint long enough, dunnyYour peeps aint strong enough, *****aRoc-a-fella is the army, better yet the navyNiggazll kidnap your babies, spit at your ladyWe bring - knife to fistfight, kill your dramaUh, we kill you mother*****in ants with a sledgehammerDont let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo itSo you wont confuse it with just rap musicR.o.c., we runnin this rap shitM-easy, we runnin this rap shitThe broad street bully, we runnin this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens thats itFreeway, we runnin this rap shitO & sparks, we runnin this rap shitChris & neef, we runnin this rap shit{*watch out!! we run new york -> krs-one*}I dont care if you mobb deep, I hold triggers to crewsYou little *****, Ive got money stacks bigger than youWhen I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eightYou was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen yaThen you dropped shook ones, switch your demeanorWell - we dont believe you, you need more peopleRoc-a-fella, students of the game, we passed the classesNobody can read you dudes like we doDont let em gas you like jigga is ass and wont clap youTrust me on this one - Ill detach youMind from spirit, body from soulTheyll have to hold a mass, put your body in a holeNo, youre not on my level get your brakes tweakedI sold what ya whole album sold in my first weekYou guys dont want it with hovAsk nas, he dont want it with hov, nooooo!R.o.c., we runnin this rap shitB. sigel, we runnin this rap shitM-easy, we runnin this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens thats itO & sparks, we runnin this rap shitFreeway, we run this rap shitChris & 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 frameNigga; you a - laaaaaaame!Youse the fag model for karl kani/esco adsWent from, nasty nas to escos trashHad a spark when you started but now youre just garbageFell from top ten to not mentioned at allTo your bodyguards oochie wally verse better than yoursMatter fact you had the worst flow on the whole *****in songBut I know - the sun dont shine, then son dont shineThats why your - laaaaaaame! - career come to a endTheres only so long fake thugs can pretendNigga; you aint live it you witnessed it from your folks padYou scribbled in your notepad and created your lifeI showed you your first tec on tour with large professor(me, thats who!) then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresserSo yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrongYou made it a hot line, I made it a hot songAnd you aint get a coin nigga you was gettin *****ed andI know who I paid god, serchlite publishingUse your - braaaaaaain! you said you been in this tenIve been in it five - smarten up nasFour albums in ten years nigga? i can divideThats one every lets say two, two of them shits was dueOne was - nahhh, the other was illmaticThats a one hot album every ten year averageAnd thats so - laaaaaaame! nigga switch up your flowYour shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?(get the ***** outta here) you niggaz gon learn to respect the kingDont be the next contestant on that summer jam screenBecause you know who (who) did you know what (what)With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for nowR.o.c., we runnin this rap shitM-easy, we runnin this rap shitThe broad street bully, we runnin this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens thats itFreeway, we run this rap shitO & sparks, we runnin this rap shitChris & neef, we runnin this rap shit{*watch out!! we run new york -> krs-one*}A wise man told me dont argue with foolsCause people from a distance cant tell who is whoSo stop with that childish shit, nigga Im grownPlease leave it alone - dont throw rocks at the throneDo not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on youI dont know why your advisors aint forewarn youPlease, not jay, hes, not for playI dont slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicksI will end it, all that yappin be finishedYou are not deep, you made your bed now sleepDont make me expose you to them folks that dont know youNigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-elsTwinkletoes you breakin my heartYou cant ***** with me - go play somewhere, Im busyAnd all you other cats throwin shots at jiggaYou only get half a bar - ***** yall niggaz
