Jay-Z – Takeover

Download another hot mp3 audio song by Jay-Z and this amazing music is titled “Takeover”.

Actually this wonderful track was released in the year 2001 under his trended album which is titled ‘Jay-Z Unplugged’.

 

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Jay-Z Takeover Lyrics

[Chorus]

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

 

[Verse 1]

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 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, 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

We kill you motherfucking 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

 

[Chorus]

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”)

 

[Verse 2]

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 pushing weight back in ’88

You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya

Then you dropped “Shook Ones,” switched your demeanor

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!

 

[Chorus]

R.O.C., we runnin’ this rap shit

B. Sigel, we running 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 runnin’ this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin’ this rap shit

(“Watch out! We run New York”)

 

[Verse 3]

I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame)

But along with celebrity comes ’bout 70 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 (Bitch!)

Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all

To your bodyguard’s “Oochie Wally” verse better than yours

(Oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally)

Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fucking 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

Nigga, you ain’t live it, you witnessed it from your folks’ pad (Yup)

You scribbled it 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 about your TEC on the dresser

So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong

(I’m out for dead fucking presidents to represent me)

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo!)

And you ain’t get a coin, nigga, you was getting fucked then

I know who I paid, God–Serchlite Publishing

Use your (Brain!)

You’ve been in this 10, I’ve been in it five; smarten up, Nas!

Four albums in 10 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-10-year average

And that’s so (Lame)

Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage

What, you trying to kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here)

You niggas gonna 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 let’s keep that between me and you

 

[Chorus]

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”)

 

[Verse 4]

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 you to them folks that don’t know you

Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jew-els

Twinkletoes, you’re 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 niggas!