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jay-z - takeover (mtv unplugged) lyrics

[intro]
we gonna go through a couple of things tonight
we gonna party of course
gonna be some emotional songs
we’re gonna take it all the back for y’all
then we gonna keep it in the truest essence of hip hop
the battle, we gotta keep it in the battle right y’all?
y’all ready for that?
alright
let’s do it
let me hear y’all
r.o.c., we running this rap shh
memphis bleek, we running this rap shh
b sigel, we running this rap shh
freeway, we run this rap shh
o & sparks, we running this rap shh
chris & neef, we running this rap shh
(watch out, we run new york)

[verse 1]
the takeover, the break’s over, homie
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–ss 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, nuh uh
roc-a-fella is the army, better yet the navy
sure we’ll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
we bring knife to fistfight, k!ll your grandma
we k!ll you iddy bitty ants with a sledgehammer
don’t let me do it to em, dunny, cause i overdo it
so he won’t confuse it with “just rap music”

[hook]
r.o.c., we running this rap shh
m easy, we running this rap shh
b. sigel we running this rap shh
get zipped up in plastic when it happens that’s it
freeway, we running this rap shh
o & sparks, we running this rap shh
chris & neef, we running this rap shh
(“watch out!! we run new york”)

[verse 2]
i don’t care if you mobb deep, i hold triggers to crews
you little, i got money stacks bigger than you
when i was pushing 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 p-ssed the cl-ss cause
n0body can read you dudes like we do
don’t let em gas you, like “jigga is -ss 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 m-ss, put your body in a hole
oh 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!

[verse 3]
i know you missing nas the (fame)
but along with celebrity comes about 70 shots to your frame, homie
you’s a (lame)
you’s the f-g 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 entire song
but i know: the sun don’t shine, then son don’t shine
that’s why your (lame) career’s come to an end
it’s only so long fake thugs can pretend
homie, 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 , 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, homie, you was getting f-cked then
i know who i paid, god – serchlite publishing
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, homie?? i could divide
that’s one every 2, 2 of them things was due
1 was “nah,” the other was illmatic
that’s a one-hot-album-every-10-year average
and that’s so (lame)
homie, switch up your flow
your sh-t is garbage, what you trying to kick, knowledge?
you cats gonna learn to respect the king
don’t be the next contestant on that unplugged screen
because you-know-(who) did you-know-what with you-know-who
but let’s keep that between me and you ma

[hook]
r.o.c., we running this rap shh
b. sigel we running this rap shh
m easy, we running this rap shh
get zipped up in plastic when it happens that’s it
freeway, we running this rap shh
o & sparks, we running this rap shh
chris & neef, we running this rap shh
(“watch out!! we run new york”)

r.o.c

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