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Take Over (Singalong Version) - Hip Hop DJs United

R O C we runnin' this rap sh*t
Memphis Bleek we runnin' this rap sh*t
B Mac we runnin' this rap sh*t
Freeway we run this rap sh*t
O and Sparks we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef we runnin' 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 bringin' a knife to a gunfight pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire with ya thin a** vest
You bringin' them Boyz II Men how them boys gon' win
This is grown man B I get you rolled in the triage
Beatch your reach ain't long enough dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough f**ker
Roc-A-Fella is the army better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight kill your drama
Uh 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 runnin' this rap sh*t
M-Easy we runnin' this rap sh*t
The Broad Street Bully we runnin' this rap sh*t
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway we runnin' this rap sh*t
O and Sparks we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef we runnin' 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've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin' weight back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones " switch your demeanor
Well we don't believe you you need more people
Roc-A-Fella students of the game we passed the classes
'Cause nobody could 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 ya 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 runnin' this rap sh*t
B Sigel we runnin' this rap sh*t
M-Easy we runnin' this rap sh*t
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
O and Sparks we runnin' this rap sh*t
Freeway we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef we runnin' this rap sh*t
Watch out We run New York"
I know you missin' all the fame
But along with celebrity comes 'bout
Seventy shots to your brain ni**a you are lame
Youse 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 ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole f**kin' song
But I know the sun don't shine then son don't shine
That's why your lame

Career come to an end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Ni**a 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 tec on tour with Large Professor
Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice
You was usin' it wrong
You made it a hot line I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn ni**a
You was gettin' f**ked then
I know who I paid God Serchlite Publishing

Use your brain you said you been in this ten
I've been in it five smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten 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 ten year average
And that's so lame ni**a switch up your flow
Your sh*t is garbage
But you try and kick knowledge
You niggaz 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
But just keep that between me and you for now
R O C we runnin' this rap sh*t
M-Easy we runnin' this rap sh*t
The Broad Street Bully we runnin' this rap sh*t
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway we runnin' this rap sh*t
O and Sparks we runnin' this rap sh*t
Chris and Neef we runnin' 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 to them folks
That don't know you
Ni**a I know you well all the stolen jewels
Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart
You can't f**k with me
Go play somewhere I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar f**k y'all niggaz