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Текст песни Jay-Z - Takeover

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[Jay-Z]R.O.C., we runnin this rap shitMemphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shitB. Mac, we runnin this rap shitFreeway, we run this rap shitO & Sparks, we runnin this rap shitChris & Neef, we runnin this rap shitThe takeover, the break`s over niggaGod MC, me, Jay-HovaHey lil` soldier you ain`t ready for warR.O.C. too strong for y`allIt`s like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a testYour chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vestYou bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon` win?This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triageBeatch - your reach ain`t long enough, dunnyYour peeps ain`t strong enough, fuckaRoc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navyNiggaz`ll kidnap your babies, spit at your ladyWe bring - knife to fistfight, kill your dramaUh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammerDon`t let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo itSo you won`t confuse it with just rap musicR.O.C., we runnin this rap shitM-Easy, we runnin this rap shitThe Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens that`s itFreeway, we runnin this rap shitO & Sparks, we runnin this rap shitChris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}I don`t care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crewsYou little FUCK, I`ve got money stacks bigger than youWhen I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eightyou was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen yaThen you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanorWell - we don`t believe you, you need more peopleRoc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classesNobody can read you dudes like we doDon`t let `em gas you like Jigga is ass and won`t clap youTrust me on this one - I`ll detach youMind from spirit, body from soulThey`ll have to hold a mass, put your body in a holeNo, you`re not on my level get your brakes tweakedI sold what ya whole album sold in my first weekYou guys don`t want it with Hov`Ask Nas, he don`t want it with Hov`, nooooo!R.O.C., we runnin this rap shitB. Sigel, we runnin this rap shitM-Easy, we runnin this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens that`s itO & Sparks, we runnin this rap shitFreeway, we run this rap shitChris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frameNigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco adsWent from, Nasty Nas to Esco`s trashHad a spark when you started but now you`re just garbageFell from top ten to not mentioned at allto your bodyguard`s "Oochie Wally" verse better than yoursMatter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin songbut I know - the sun don`t shine, then son don`t shineThat`s why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a endThere`s only so long fake thugs can pretendNigga; you ain`t live it you witnessed it from your folks padYou scribbled in your notepad and created your lifeI showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor(Me, that`s who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresserSo yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrongYou made it a hot line, I made it a hot songAnd you ain`t get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked andI know who I paid God, Serchlite PublishingUse your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this tenI`ve been in it five - smarten up NasFour albums in ten years nigga? I can divideThat`s one every let`s say two, two of them shits was dueOne was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"That`s a one hot album every ten year averageAnd that`s so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flowYour shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon` learn to respect the kingDon`t be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screenBecause you know who (who) did you know what (what)with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for nowR.O.C., we runnin this rap shitM-Easy, we runnin this rap shitThe Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shitGet zipped up in plastic when it happens that`s itFreeway, we run this rap shitO & Sparks, we runnin this rap shitChris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}A wise man told me don`t argue with foolsCause people from a distance can`t tell who is whoSo stop with that childish shit, nigga I`m grownPlease leave it alone - don`t throw rocks at the throneDo not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on youI don`t know why your advisors ain`t forewarn youPlease, not Jay, he`s, not for playI don`t slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicksI will end it, all that yappin be finishedYou are not deep, you made your bed now sleepDon`t make me expose you to them folks that don`t know youNigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-elsTwinkletoes you breakin my heartYou can`t fuck with me - go play somewhere, I`m busyAnd all you other cats throwin shots at JiggaYou only get half a bar - fuck y`all niggaz

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