Takeover lyrics
Come on! Woo!
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 and Sparks, we runnin’ this rap shitChris and Neef, we runnin’ this rap shit
The takeover, the break’s over niggaGod MC, me, Jay-HovaHey lil’ soldier you ain’t ready for war, R.O.C. too strong for y’allIt’s like bringin’ a knife to a gunfight, pen to a testYour chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vestYou bringin’ them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon’ win?This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage biatch, your reach ain’t long enough, dunnyYour peeps ain’t strong enough, fuckerRoc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navyNiggas’ll kidnap your babies, spit at your ladyWe bring knife to fistfight, kill your dramaUh, we kill you motherfuckin’ ants with a sledgehammerDon’t let me do it to you dunny ’cause I overdo itSo you won’t confuse it with just rap music
R.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 that’s itFreeway, we runnin’ this rap shitO and Sparks, we runnin’ this rap shitChris and Neef, we runnin’ this rap shit(Watch out! We run New York)
I don’t care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than youWhen I was pushin’ weight, back in ’88You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen yaThen you dropped “Shook Ones” switch your demeanorWell, we don’t believe you, you need more peopleRoc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classesNobody can read you dudes like we do
Don’t let ’em gas you like Jigga is ass and won’t clap youTrust me on this one, I’ll detach youMind from spirit, body from soulThey’ll have to hold a mass, put your body in a holeNo, you’re not on my level get your brakes tweakedI sold what your whole album sold in my first weekYou guys don’t want it with Hov’Ask Nas, he don’t want it with Hov’, no!
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 that’s itO and Sparks, we runnin’ this rap shitFreeway, we run this rap shitChris and Neef, we runnin’ this rap shit(Watch out! We run New York)
I know you missin’ all the (fame!)
But along with celebrity comes ’bout 70 shots to your frameNigga, you a (lame!)You’s the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco adsWent from, Nasty Nas to Esco’s trashHad a spark when you started, but now you’re just garbageFell from top ten to not mentioned at allTo your bodyguard’s Oochie Wally verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin’ songBut I know the sun don’t shine, then son don’t shineThat’s why you’re (lame!) Career come to a endThere’s only so long fake thugs can pretendNigga, you ain’t 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, that’s who!)Then I heard your album ’bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was usin’ it wrongYou made it a hot line, I made it a hot songAnd you ain’t get a coin nigga you was gettin’ fucked andI know who I paid God, Serchlite PublishingUse your (brain!) You said you been in this tenI’ve been in it five, smarten up NasFour albums in ten years nigga? I can divideThat’s one every let’s say two, two of them shits was due
One was nah, the other was “Illmatic”
That’s a one hot album every ten-year averageAnd that’s so (lame!) Nigga switch up your flowYour shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?(Get the fuck outta here!) You niggaz gon’ learn to respect the kingDon’t 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 now
R.O.C., we runnin’ this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin’ this rap shit
aria-hidden=”true” />The Broad Street Bully, we runnin’ this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens that’s itFreeway, we run this rap shitO and Sparks, we runnin’ this rap shitChris and Neef, we runnin’ this rap shit(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 whoSo stop with that childish shit, nigga I’m grownPlease leave it alone, don’t throw rocks at the throneDo not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on youI don’t know why your advisors ain’t forewarn youPlease, not Jay, he’s, not for playI don’t 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 sleep
Don’t make me expose you to them folks that don’t know youNigga I know you well, all the stolen jewelsTwinkletoes you breakin’ my heartYou can’t fuck with me go play somewhere, I’m busyAnd all you other cats throwin’ shots at JiggaYou only get half a bar, fuck y’all niggaz (come on!)