Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Jay Z - Takeover ------------------------------------------ [Jay-Z] 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 & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit The takeover, the breakīs over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lilī soldier you ainīt ready for war R.O.C. too strong for yīall Itīs 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 gonī win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?) Beatch - your reach ainīt long enough, dunny Your peeps ainīt strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggazīll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer Donīt let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you wonīt 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 thatīs it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One] I donīt care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, Iīve 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 donīt believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody could read you dudes like we do Donīt let īem gas you like Jigga is ass and wonīt clap you Trust me on this one - Iīll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul Theyīll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, youīre not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys donīt want it with Hovī Ask Nas, he donīt want it with Hovī, nooooo! 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 thatīs it O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & 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 brain Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Escoīs trash Had a spark when you started but now youīre just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all to your bodyguardīs "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun donīt shine, then son donīt shine Thatīs why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end Thereīs only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; you ainīt 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 (Me, thatīs who!) 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 ainīt get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten Iīve been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide Thatīs one every letīs say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic" Thatīs a one hot album every ten year average And thatīs so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gonī learn to respect the king Donīt be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) with you know who (yeah) 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 thatīs it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One] A wise man told me donīt argue with fools Cause people from a distance canīt tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga Iīm grown Please leave it alone - donīt throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I donīt know why your advisors ainīt forewarn you Please, not Jay, heīs, not for play I donīt 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 Donīt make me expose to them folks that donīt know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You canīt fuck with me - go play somewhere, Iīm busy And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga You only get half a bar - fuck yīall niggaz