Sigel, we running this rap shit M-Easy, running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that's it Freeway, we running this rap sh- O and Sparks, we running this rap sh- Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit! Watch out! We run New York! I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little *-*, 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 demeanour 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 Oh 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!
Sigel, we running this rap sh- Ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah! Freeway, we running this rap sh- O and Sparks, we running this rap sh- Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh- Watch out! We run New York The takeover, the break's over, homie 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 gon' win? This is grown man B-I-, get you rolled in the triage, bi-atch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, uh-uh Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Sure, we will kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill the grammar We kill you itty-bitty ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to em, dunny, 'cause I overdo it So he won't confuse it with "just rap music" R-O-C, we running this rap sh- Memphis Bleek, we running this rap sh- B.
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