Takeover - Live On MTV Unplugged / 2001

Come on! Woo!

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 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 your 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 biatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker

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

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 & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit

Chris & 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 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

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!

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 & 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)

I know you missin' all the (fame!)

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame

Nigga, 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 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 you're (lame!) Career 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

(Me, that's who!) 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?

(Get the fuck outta here!) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king

Don't 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 that's 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)

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 advisors 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

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