You only get half a bar - fu*ky'all niggaz You can't fu*kwith me - go play somewhere, I'm busyĪnd all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els You are not deep, you made your bed now sleepĭon't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you I will end it, all that yappin be finished I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throneĭo not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for nowĪ wise man told me don't argue with foolsĬause people from a distance can't tell who is who (Get the fu*koutta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the kingĭon't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screenīecause you know who (who) did you know what (what) Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? That's a one hot album every ten year averageĪnd that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this tenįour albums in ten years nigga? I can divide I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing You made it a hot line, I made it a hot songĪnd you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor You scribbled in your notepad and created your life Nigga you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad There's only so long fake thugs can pretend That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin songīut I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine To your bodyguard's Oochie Wally verse better than yours Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbageįell from top ten to not mentioned at all Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads I sold what ya whole album sold in my first weekĪsk Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!īut along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classesĭon't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Well - we don't believe you, you need more people Then you dropped Shook Ones, switch your demeanor You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews (*Watch out!! We run New York -> KRS-One*) Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit So you won't confuse it with just rap music Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammerĭon't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy This is grown man BIA, get you rolled into triageīeatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Takeover song lyrics music Listen Song lyrics.
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