Take Over-Hip Hop Masters

歌手 : Hip Hop Masters
专辑 : A Salute To Jay-Z
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:14

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Take Over - Hip Hop Masters
Written by:E. Burdon/R. Manzarek/R. Krieger/J. Densmore/J. Morrison/R. Lemay/B. Chandler/ A. Lomax/L. Parker/Kanye West/Jay Z
R.O.C. we running this rap sh*t
Memphis Bleek we running this rap sh*t
B. Mac we running this rap sh*t
Freeway we run this rap sh*t
O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t
Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t
The takeover the break's over ni**a
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-a** vest
You bringing them boys to men how them boys gonna win
This is grown man B.I. get you rolled into triage b**ch
Your reach ain't long enough dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough f**ker
R.O.C. 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 motherf**kin' 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 running this rap sh*t
M Easy we running this rap sh*t
The broadstreet Bully we running this rap sh*t
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway we running this rap sh*t
O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t
Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t
Watch out we run New York
I don't care if you Mobb Deep I hold triggers to crews
You little f**k 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
R.O.C. 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 a** 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 running this rap sh*t
Going running this rap sh*t
M Easy we running this rap sh*t
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway we running this rap sh*t
O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t
Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t
Watch out we run New York
I know you missing Nas the fame
But along with celebrity comes about 70 shots to your frame ni**a
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
Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's Oochie Wally's verse better than yours
Matter of fact you had the worst flow on the whole f**king 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
Ni**a you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks' pad
You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first TEC me that's who
On tour with Large Professor
Then I heard your album about your TEC on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin ni**a you was getting f**ked then
I know who I paid God Serchlite publishin'
Use your brain
You said you've been in this 10
I've been in it five smarten up nas
Four albums in 10 years ni**a 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
Ni**a switch up your flow
Your sh*t is garbage what you trying to kick knowledge
You niggas gonna 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 but let's keep that between me and you
R.O.C. we running this rap sh*t
M Easy we running this rap sh*t
The Broadstreet Bully we running this rap sh*t
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway we running this rap sh*t
O-Sparks we running this rap sh*t
Chris-Neef we running this rap sh*t
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 sh*t ni**a 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
Ni**a I know you well all the stolen jew-els
Twinkletoes you're breaking my heart
You can't f**k with me go play somewhere I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar f**k y'all niggas