[00:00.00] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:02.55][Intro]
[00:04.87]R.O.C., we running this rap shit
[00:08.44]Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
[00:11.28]B. Mac, we running this rap shit
[00:14.06]Freeway, we run this rap shit
[00:16.96]O & Sparks, we running this rap shit
[00:19.69]Chris & Neef, we running this rap shit
[00:21.86][Verse 1]
[00:22.53]The takeover, the break's over, niggas
[00:24.96]God MC - me - Jay-hova
[00:27.72]Hey lil soldier, you ain't ready for war
[00:30.20]R.O.C. too strong for y'all
[00:32.29]It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
[00:35.65]Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest
[00:38.30]You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gonna win?
[00:41.25]This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage, bi-atch
[00:44.72]Your reach ain't long enough, dunny
[00:46.91]Your peeps ain't strong enough, niggas
[00:49.19]Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
[00:52.18]Niggas'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
[00:54.83]We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama
[00:57.82]We kill you mother****ing ants with a sledgehammer
[01:01.02]Don't let me do it to you, dunny, cause I overdo it
[01:03.77]So you won't confuse it with "just rap music"
[01:06.17][Hook]
[01:06.51]R.O.C., we running this rap shit
[01:09.24]M Easy, we running this rap shit
[01:11.76]The Broadstreet Bully we running this rap shit
[01:14.45]Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
[01:17.23]Freeway, we running this rap shit
[01:20.19]O & Sparks, we running this rap shit
[01:22.88]Chris & Neef, we running this rap shit
[01:25.77]("Watch out!! We run New York")
[01:27.24][Verse 2]
[01:28.10]I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
[01:30.74]You little b*****s, I got money stacks bigger than you
[01:33.55]When I was pu*************ng weight, back in '88
[01:36.44]You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya
[01:39.34]Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanour
[01:41.78]Well, we don't believe you, you need more people
[01:44.87]Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class cause
[01:48.47]Nobody can read you dudes like we do
[01:50.85]Don't let em gas you, like "Jigga is ass and won't clap you"
[01:54.11]Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
[01:56.46]Mind from spirit, body from soul
[01:58.70]They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
[02:01.73]No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
[02:04.93]I sold what your whole album sold in my first week
[02:07.45]You guys don't want it with Hov
[02:09.93]Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov, no!
[02:12.76][Hook]
[02:33.19][Verse 3]
[02:33.18]I know you missing Nas the (fame)
[02:37.03]But along with celebrity comes about 70 shots to your frame, niggas
[02:40.80]You a (lame)
[02:42.61]You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads
[02:45.87]Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
[02:48.76]Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
[02:51.46]Fell from "top 10" to "not mentioned at all"
[02:53.99]To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally"'s verse better than yours
[02:56.84]Matter of fact you had the worst flow on the whole ****ing song
[02:59.59]But I know: the sun don't *************ne, then son don't *************ne
[03:02.37]That's why your (lame) career's come to an end
[03:05.74]It's only so long fake thugs can pretend
[03:07.92]B*****s, you ain't live it
[03:09.48]You witnessed it from your folks' pad
[03:11.05]You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life
[03:13.33]I showed you your first TEC (me!), on tour with Large Professor
[03:16.33]Then I heard your album about your TEC on the dresser
[03:19.03]So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
[03:21.67]You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
[03:24.36]And you ain't get a coin, b*****s, you was getting ****ed then
[03:27.52]I know who I paid, God - Serchlite publi*************ng
[03:30.26]Use your (brain)
[03:31.99]You said you've been in this 10, I've been in it 5 - smarten up, Nas
[03:35.45]4 albums in 10 years, b*****s? I could divide
[03:38.09]That's one every...let's say 2
[03:39.81]2 of them mother****ers was due
[03:41.44]1 was "nah," the other was Illmatic
[03:44.07]That's a one-hot-album-every-10-year average
[03:47.07]And that's so (lame)
[03:48.65]B*****s, switch up your flow
[03:50.07]Your mother****in' shit is garbage
[03:51.19]What you trying to kick, knowledge?
[03:52.55]You mother****ers gonna learn to respect the king
[03:54.80]Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
[03:57.59]Because you-know-who did you-know-what with you-know-who
[04:01.30]But let's keep that between me and you (for now)
[04:03.37][Hook]
[04:25.09][Verse 4]
[04:25.70]A wise man told me don't argue with fools
[04:28.14]Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
[04:31.09]So stop with that childish bullshit, mother****er I'm grown
[04:33.92]Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
[04:36.57]Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
[04:39.47]I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you
[04:42.40]Please, not Jay, he's not for play
[04:44.90]I don't slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
[04:48.01]I will end it, all that yapping be finished
[04:50.59]You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
[04:53.29]Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
[04:56.07]B***h I know you well, all the stolen jewels
[04:58.78]Twinkletoes, you're breaking my heart
[05:01.00]You can't **** with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
[05:04.16]And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga
[05:06.99]You only get half a bar - mother****in' y'all mother****ers

作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
R.O.C., we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we running this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we running this rap shit
The takeover, the break's over, niggas
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-ass 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, niggas
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggas'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama
We kill you mother****ing 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 running this rap shit
M Easy, we running this rap shit
The Broadstreet Bully we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we running this rap shit
O & Sparks, we running this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we running this rap shit
("Watch out!! We run New York")
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little b*****s, I got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pu*************ng 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 passed the class 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 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!

I know you missing Nas the (fame)
But along with celebrity comes about 70 shots to your frame, niggas
You a (lame)
You's 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 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 ****ing song
But I know: the sun don't *************ne, then son don't *************ne
That's why your (lame) career's come to an end
It's only so long fake thugs can pretend
B*****s, 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!), 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, b*****s, you was getting ****ed then
I know who I paid, God - Serchlite publi*************ng
Use your (brain)
You said you've been in this 10, I've been in it 5 - smarten up, Nas
4 albums in 10 years, b*****s? I could divide
That's one every...let's say 2
2 of them mother****ers was due
1 was "nah," the other was Illmatic
That's a one-hot-album-every-10-year average
And that's so (lame)
B*****s, switch up your flow
Your mother****in' shit is garbage
What you trying to kick, knowledge?
You mother****ers 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 (for now)

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 bullshit, mother****er 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 rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping 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
B***h I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkletoes, you're breaking my heart
You can't **** with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar - mother****in' y'all mother****ers