L. Parker - Takeover lyrics

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] R.O.C., we running this rap sh** Memphis Bleek, we running this rap sh** B. Mac, we running this rap sh** Freeway, we run this rap sh** O & Sparks, we running this rap sh** Chris & Neef, we running this rap sh** [Verse 1] The takeover, the break's over, n***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, bi-atch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, f**er Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy n***as'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, k** your drama We k** you motherf**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 [Hook] R.O.C., we running this rap sh** M Easy, we running this rap sh** The Broadstreet Bully, we running this rap sh** Get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that's it Freeway, we running this rap sh** O & Sparks, we running this rap sh** Chris & Neef, we running this rap sh** ("Watch out! We run New York") [Verse 2] I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little f**, 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 pa**ed the cla** ‘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 ma**, 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! [Hook] R.O.C., we running this rap sh** M Easy, we running this rap sh** The Broadstreet Bully, we running this rap sh** Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, that's it Freeway, we running this rap sh** O & Sparks, we running this rap sh** Chris & Neef, we running this rap sh** ("Watch out! We run New York") [Verse 3] I know you missing Nas the (fame) But along with celebrity comes about 70 shots to your frame n***a You a (lame) You's the f*g 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**ing 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 n***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 n***a, you was getting f**ed 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, n***a? I could divide That's one every... let's say two; two of them sh**s was due One was "nah," the other was Illmatic That's a one-hot-album-every-10-year average And that's so (lame) n***a, switch up your flow Your sh** is garbage; what you trying to kick, knowledge? You n***as 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 [Hook] R.O.C., we running this rap sh** M Easy, we running this rap sh** The Broadstreet Bully, we running this rap sh** Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, that's it Freeway, we running this rap sh** O & Sparks, we running this rap sh** Chris & Neef, we running this rap sh** ("Watch out! We run New York") [Verse 4] 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**, n***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 n***a, I know you well, all the stolen j**-els Twinkletoes, you're breaking my heart You can't f** with me; go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga You only get half a bar – f** y'all n***as!