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 with ya thin ass 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, fucker   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 could 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"      I know you missin' all the fame   But along with celebrity comes 'bout   Seventy shots to your brain, 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   Career come to an 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 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 nigga you was gettin' fucked 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 nigga? 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, 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 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"      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 to them folks that don't know you   Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels   Twinkletoes 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