| 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 and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
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| Chris and 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 bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
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| Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest
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| You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon' win?
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| This is grown man B-I, get you rolled into triage, bitch
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| Your reach ain’t long enough, dunny
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| Your peeps ain’t strong enough, fucker
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| Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet, the navy
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| Niggas’ll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady
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| We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama, uh
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| 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 and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
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| Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
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| (Watch out, we run New York)
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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 got money stacks bigger than you
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| When I was pushing weight back in '88
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| You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya
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| Then you dropped «Shook Ones,» switched 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 class
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| 'Cause 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 your 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, no
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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 and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
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| Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
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| Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
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| (Watch out, we run New York)
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| I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame)
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| But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame
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| Nigga, you a (Lame)
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| You’s 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 (Oochie wally wally,
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| oochie wally wally)
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| Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song
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| But I know, the sun don’t shine if son don’t shine
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| That’s why your (Lame), career’s come to an end
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| It’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 (Yup)
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| You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life
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| I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that’s who)
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| Then I heard your album 'bout your TEC on the dresser
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| So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong (I'm out for dead fuckin'
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| presidents to represent me)
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| You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo)
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| And you ain’t get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then
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| I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing
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| Use your (Brain)
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| You said you’ve been in this ten, I’ve been in it five, smarten up, Nas
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| Four albums in ten years, nigga? |
| I could divide
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| That’s one every, let’s say two, two of them shits was doo
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| One was nah, 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 (Lame)
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| Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage
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| What, you tryna kick knowledge? |
| (Fuck outta here)
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| Y’all niggas 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)
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| Did you-know-what (What?), with you-know-who (Yeah)
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| But just keep that between me and you for now |
| 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 and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
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| Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
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| (Watch out, we run New York)
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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 advisers 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 jewels
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| Twinkletoes, you’re breakin' my heart
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| 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 niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Takeover , by - Jay-Z. Song from the album The Blueprint Collector's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп