R.O.C., we running this rap sh**
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap sh**
B. Mac, we running this rap sh**
Freeway, we run this rap sh**
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap sh**
Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh**
The takeover, the break’s over n***a
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil’ soldier you ain’t ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why y’all
It’s like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-a** vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon’ win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
b**h, your reach ain’t long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain’t strong enough, f**er
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
n***az’ll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring – knife to fistfight, k** your drama
Uh, we k** you motherf**ing 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 running this rap sh**
M-Easy, we running this rap sh**
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap sh**
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that’s it
Freeway, we run this rap sh**
O and Sparks, we running this rap sh**
Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh**
(Watch out! We run New York)
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 pushing 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 pa**ed the cla**es
Nobody could read you dudes like we do
Don’t let ’em gas you like Jigga is a** 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 ma**, 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’, no!
R.O.C., we running this rap sh**
B. Sigel, we running this rap sh**
M-Easy, we running this rap sh**
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that’s it
O and Sparks, we running this rap sh**
Freeway, we run this rap sh**
Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh**
(Watch out! We run New York)
I know you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
n***a, you a, lame!
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 f**in song
But I know – the sun don’t shine, then son don’t shine
That’s why your, lame! Career come to a end
There’s only so long fake thugs can pretend
n***a, 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 using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain’t get a corn n***a you was getting f**ed and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in this ten
I’ve been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years n***a? I could divide
That’s one every let’s say two, two of them sh**s was due
One was, no! The other was “Illmatic”
That’s a one hot album every ten year average
And that’s so, lame! n***a switch up your flow
Your sh** is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the f** outta here) You n***as 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 running this rap sh**
M-Easy, we running this rap sh**
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap sh**
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that’s it
Freeway, we run this rap sh**
O & Sparks, we running this rap sh**
Chris & Neef, we running this rap sh**
(Watch out! We run New York)
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 sh**, n***a 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 rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping 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
n***a I know you well, all the stolen j**els
Twinkle toes you breaking my heart
You can’t f** with me, go play somewhere, I’m busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, f** y’all n***as