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Jay Z( ジェイ・Z )
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Takeover (Live)
作詞:E. Burdon, Shawn Carter, B. Chandler, John Densmore, Robbie Krieger, Rodney Lemay, A. Lomax, Ray Manzarek, Jim Morrison, Lawrence Parker, Kanye West
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R O C, we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
The takeover, the break's over nigga 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 witcha thin-ass vest You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage
Beatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka 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 motherfuckin' 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 shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit Watch out, we run New York
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little fuck, 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 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
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 shit B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit Watch out, we run New York
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I know you missin' all the fame But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga, 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 fuckin' song But I know, the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your lame careers come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, 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 the 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 coin nigga, you was gettin' fucked And 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 nigga? I can 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, nigga switch up your flow Your shit 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 shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit 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 shit, nigga 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 Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you breakin' my heart You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggaz
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