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R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit The takeover, the break's over, nigga God MC—me—Jay-Hova Hey lil soldier, you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gonna win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage, bi-atch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggas'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama We kill you motherfucking 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 runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit SongtexteThe Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & 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 you When I was pushing weight back in '88 You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella students of the game, we passed the class ‘Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like, "Jigga is ass 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 mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level, get your brakes tweaked I sold what your 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 runnin' this rap shit B. Sigel, we running this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, that's it O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit ("Watch out! We run New York") I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame) But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70 shots to your frame Nigga, you a (Lame!) You's 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 (Bitch!) Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours (Oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally) Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fucking song But I know: the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your (Lame!) career's come to an end It's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks' pad (Yup) You scribbled it 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 about your TEC on the dresser So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong (I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me) You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo!) And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was getting fucked then I know who I paid, God–Serchlite Publishing Use your (Brain!) You've been in this 10, I've been in it five; smarten up, Nas! Four albums in 10 years, nigga? I could divide That'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-10-year average And that's so (Lame) Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage What, you trying to kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here) You niggas gonna 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 let's keep that between me and you R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & 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 who So stop with that childish shit, nigga, 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 advisers ain't forewarn you "Please, not Jay, he's not for play" I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin' be finished You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes, you're breakin' my heart You can't fuck with me; go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar–fuck y'all niggas! Aus Songtexte Mania