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[Jay-Z]
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R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
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Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit
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B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit
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Freeway, we run this rap shit
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O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
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Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
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The takeover, the break's over nigga
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God MC, me, Jay-Hova
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Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
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R.O.C. too strong for y'all
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It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
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Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
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You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
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This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage
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Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny
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Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
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Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
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Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
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We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
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Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer
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Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
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So you won't confuse it with just rap music
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R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
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M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
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The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
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Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
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Freeway, we runnin this rap shit
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O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
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Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
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{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}
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I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
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You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
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When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
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you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
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Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
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Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
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Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
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Nobody can read you dudes like we do
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Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
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Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
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Mind from spirit, body from soul
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They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
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No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
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I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
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You guys don't want it with Hov'
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Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!
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R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
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B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit
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M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
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Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
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O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
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Freeway, we run this rap shit
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Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
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{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}
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I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
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But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame
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Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
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Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
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Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
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Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
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Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
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to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
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Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
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but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
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That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
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There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
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Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
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You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
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I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
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(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
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So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
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You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
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And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and
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I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
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Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
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I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
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Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide
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That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
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One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"
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That's a one hot album every ten year average
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And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
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Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
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(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
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Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
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Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
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with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now
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R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
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M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
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The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
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Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
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Freeway, we run this rap shit
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O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
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Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
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{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}
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A wise man told me don't argue with fools
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Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
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So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
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Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
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Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
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I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
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Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
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I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
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I will end it, all that yappin be finished
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You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
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Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
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Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
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Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
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You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
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And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
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You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz
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Takeover
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| jay z |
