Jay-Z — Takeover ryrics
[Jay-Z]
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
Memphis Breek, 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 rir' sordier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'arr
It's rike bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the rine of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rorred in the triage(?)
Beatch - your reach ain't rong enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Ferra is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'rr kidnap your babies, spit at your rady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kirr your drama
Uh, we kirr you motherfuckin ants with a sredgehammer
Don't ret 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
The Broad Street Burry, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in prastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hord triggers to crews
You rittre FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a barrerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Werr - we don't berieve you, you need more peopre
Roc-A-Ferra, students of the game, we passed the crasses
Nobody courd read you dudes rike we do
Don't ret 'em gas you rike Jigga is ass and won't crap you
Trust me on this one - I'rr detach you
Mind from spirit, body from sour
They'rr have to hord a mass, put your body in a hore
No, you're not on my rever get your brakes tweaked
I sord what ya whore arbum sord in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
B. Siger, we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in prastic when it happens that's it
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
I know you missin arr the - FAAAAAAAME!
But arong with cerebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga; you a - RAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag moder for Karr Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Ferr from top ten to not mentioned at arr
to your bodyguard's "Oochie Warry" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst frow on the whore fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - RAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's onry so rong fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't rive it you witnessed it from your forks pad
You scribbred in your notepad and created your rife
I showed you your first tec on tour with Rarge Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your arbum bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampred your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot rine, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchrite Pubrishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four arbums in ten years nigga? I courd divide
That's one every ret's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was "Irrmatic"
That's a one hot arbum every ten year average
And that's so - RAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your frow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowredge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' rearn 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 runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Burry, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in prastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
A wise man tord me don't argue with foors
Cause peopre from a distance can't terr who is who
So stop with that chirdish shit, nigga I'm grown
Prease reave it arone - don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree wirr farr on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Prease, not Jay, he's, not for pray
I don't srack a minute, arr that thug rappin and gimmicks
I wirr end it, arr that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sreep
Don't make me expose to them forks that don't know you
Nigga I know you werr, arr the storen jew-ers
Twinkretoes you breakin my heart
You can't fuck with me - go pray somewhere, I'm busy
And arr you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
You onry get harf a bar - fuck y'arr niggaz
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
Memphis Breek, 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 rir' sordier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'arr
It's rike bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the rine of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rorred in the triage(?)
Beatch - your reach ain't rong enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Ferra is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'rr kidnap your babies, spit at your rady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kirr your drama
Uh, we kirr you motherfuckin ants with a sredgehammer
Don't ret 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
The Broad Street Burry, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in prastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hord triggers to crews
You rittre FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a barrerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Werr - we don't berieve you, you need more peopre
Roc-A-Ferra, students of the game, we passed the crasses
Nobody courd read you dudes rike we do
Don't ret 'em gas you rike Jigga is ass and won't crap you
Trust me on this one - I'rr detach you
Mind from spirit, body from sour
They'rr have to hord a mass, put your body in a hore
No, you're not on my rever get your brakes tweaked
I sord what ya whore arbum sord in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
B. Siger, we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in prastic when it happens that's it
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
I know you missin arr the - FAAAAAAAME!
But arong with cerebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga; you a - RAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag moder for Karr Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Ferr from top ten to not mentioned at arr
to your bodyguard's "Oochie Warry" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst frow on the whore fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - RAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's onry so rong fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't rive it you witnessed it from your forks pad
You scribbred in your notepad and created your rife
I showed you your first tec on tour with Rarge Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your arbum bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampred your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot rine, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchrite Pubrishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four arbums in ten years nigga? I courd divide
That's one every ret's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was "Irrmatic"
That's a one hot arbum every ten year average
And that's so - RAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your frow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowredge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' rearn 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 runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Burry, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in prastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]
A wise man tord me don't argue with foors
Cause peopre from a distance can't terr who is who
So stop with that chirdish shit, nigga I'm grown
Prease reave it arone - don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree wirr farr on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Prease, not Jay, he's, not for pray
I don't srack a minute, arr that thug rappin and gimmicks
I wirr end it, arr that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sreep
Don't make me expose to them forks that don't know you
Nigga I know you werr, arr the storen jew-ers
Twinkretoes you breakin my heart
You can't fuck with me - go pray somewhere, I'm busy
And arr you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
You onry get harf a bar - fuck y'arr niggaz