R.O.C. we runnin' this rap *** Memphis Bleak we runnin' this rap *** B-Mac we runnin' this rap *** Freeway we runnin' this rap *** Old Sparks we runnin' this rap *** Chris and Neek we runnin' this rap *** The takeover, the break's over, nigga Guard MC, me, J-Hova Hey, lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pin to a test Your chest in a line of fire with your thin-ass vest You bringin' them boys to men, I'm boys pour win This is grown man B.I., get you rode in the triage, B.I.G. Your reach ain't long enough, Dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, ***er Rockefeller is the army, better get the navy Niggas'll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady We bring knife to fist fight, kill your drama We kill you mother***in' 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 *** M-Easy we runnin' this rap *** The broad street bullies, we runnin' this rap *** Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that's it Freak, wink, we runnin' this rap *** Owen Sparks, we runnin' this rap *** Chris and Nick, we runnin' this rap *** I don't care if you mob people, I hold triggers to cruise You little ***, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin' weight, back in 88 You was a ballerina, I got your pictures, I seen you 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 pass the class Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let them 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 have to hold a mask, 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 Ho Action 910 want it with Ho R-O-C, we runnin' this rap *** B-Single, we runnin' this rap *** M-E-Z, we runnin' this rap *** It's zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it O-X-Fox, we runnin' this rap *** Freeway, we runnin' this rap *** Chris Denis, we runnin' this rap *** I know you listen on the bass But along with celebrity comes bout 70 shots in your frame Nigga, you are lame Use the fag model for Conk and I, Esco ass Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started, but now you're just garbage You fell from top ten to not mention at all To your bodyguards, QT Wiley's verse better than yours Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole ***in' song But I know the sun don't shine, the sun don't shine That's why you're lame Career's come to an end, it's only so long Fake thugs can pretend, nigga Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tech, on tour at Large Professor Then I heard your album bout your tech on the dresser So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong You made it a hotline, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' ***ed in I know who I pay guard, church-like publishing Use your brain You said you been in this ten, I been in it five Smarten up now, four albums in ten years, nigga I could divide, that's one of me, let's say two Two of them ***s was due One was live, the other was aromatic That's a one-hot album, every ten-year average, and that's sold Nigga, switch up your flow, your *** is garbage But you try and kick knowledge Your niggas gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that summer jam screen Because you know who did you know what with you know who And just keep that between me and you, nigga R-O-C, we runnin' this rap *** M-E-Z, we runnin' this rap *** The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap *** Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that's it Freak, wait, we runnin' this rap *** Owen Sparks, we runnin' this rap *** Chris and Nick, we runnin' this rap *** 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 ***, 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 advisors ain't forewarned 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 jewels Twinkle toes, you breakin' my heart If you can't *** with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, *** y'all niggas