Takeover (live) Lyrics
| Song | Takeover (live) |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | Jay-Z Unplugged |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : E. Burdon & Shawn Carter & B. Chandler & John Paul Densmore & Robert Krieger & R | |
| 作词 : Burdon, Carter, Chandler ... | |
| 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 breaks over nigga | |
| God mc, me, jay-hova | |
| Hey lil soldier you aint ready for war | |
| R.o.c. too strong for yall | |
| Its 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 gon win? | |
| This is grown man b.i., get you rolled into triage | |
| Beatch - your reach aint long enough, dunny | |
| Your peeps aint strong enough, fucka | |
| Roc-a-fella is the army, better yet the navy | |
| Niggazll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady | |
| We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama | |
| Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer | |
| Dont let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it | |
| So you wont 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 thats 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 -> krs-one*} | |
| I dont care if you mobb deep, I hold triggers to crews | |
| You little fuck, Ive 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 dont 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 | |
| Dont let em gas you like jigga is ass and wont clap you | |
| Trust me on this one - Ill detach you | |
| Mind from spirit, body from soul | |
| Theyll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole | |
| No, youre not on my level get your brakes tweaked | |
| I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week | |
| You guys dont want it with hov | |
| Ask nas, he dont want it with hov, 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 thats 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 frame | |
| Nigga; you a - laaaaaaame! | |
| Youse the fag model for karl kani/esco ads | |
| Went from, nasty nas to escos trash | |
| Had a spark when you started but now youre just garbage | |
| Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all | |
| To your bodyguards oochie wally verse better than yours | |
| Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song | |
| But I know - the sun dont shine, then son dont shine | |
| Thats why your - laaaaaaame! - career come to a end | |
| Theres only so long fake thugs can pretend | |
| Nigga; you aint 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, thats 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 aint get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and | |
| I know who I paid god, serchlite publishing | |
| Use your - braaaaaaain! you said you been in this ten | |
| Ive been in it five - smarten up nas | |
| Four albums in ten years nigga? i can divide | |
| Thats one every lets say two, two of them shits was due | |
| One was - nahhh, the other was illmatic | |
| Thats a one hot album every ten year average | |
| And thats so - laaaaaaame! 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 | |
| Dont 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 thats 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 dont argue with fools | |
| Cause people from a distance cant tell who is who | |
| So stop with that childish shit, nigga Im grown | |
| Please leave it alone - dont throw rocks at the throne | |
| Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you | |
| I dont know why your advisors aint forewarn you | |
| Please, not jay, hes, not for play | |
| I dont 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 | |
| Dont make me expose you to them folks that dont know you | |
| Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els | |
| Twinkletoes you breakin my heart | |
| You cant fuck with me - go play somewhere, Im busy | |
| And all you other cats throwin shots at jigga | |
| You only get half a bar - fuck yall niggaz |
| zuo qu : E. Burdon Shawn Carter B. Chandler John Paul Densmore Robert Krieger R | |
| zuo ci : Burdon, Carter, Chandler ... | |
| 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 breaks over nigga | |
| God mc, me, jayhova | |
| Hey lil soldier you aint ready for war | |
| R. o. c. too strong for yall | |
| Its like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test | |
| Your chest in the line of fire witcha thinass vest | |
| You bringin them boyz ii men, how them boys gon win? | |
| This is grown man b. i., get you rolled into triage | |
| Beatch your reach aint long enough, dunny | |
| Your peeps aint strong enough, fucka | |
| Rocafella is the army, better yet the navy | |
| Niggazll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady | |
| We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama | |
| Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer | |
| Dont let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it | |
| So you wont confuse it with just rap music | |
| R. o. c., we runnin this rap shit | |
| Measy, we runnin this rap shit | |
| The broad street bully, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats 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 krsone | |
| I dont care if you mobb deep, I hold triggers to crews | |
| You little fuck, Ive got money stacks bigger than you | |
| When I was pushin weight, back in eightyeight | |
| You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya | |
| Then you dropped shook ones, switch your demeanor | |
| Well we dont believe you, you need more people | |
| Rocafella, students of the game, we passed the classes | |
| Nobody can read you dudes like we do | |
| Dont let em gas you like jigga is ass and wont clap you | |
| Trust me on this one Ill detach you | |
| Mind from spirit, body from soul | |
| Theyll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole | |
| No, youre not on my level get your brakes tweaked | |
| I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week | |
| You guys dont want it with hov | |
| Ask nas, he dont want it with hov, nooooo! | |
| R. o. c., we runnin this rap shit | |
| B. sigel, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Measy, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats 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 krsone | |
| I know you missin all the faaaaaaame! | |
| But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame | |
| Nigga you a laaaaaaame! | |
| Youse the fag model for karl kani esco ads | |
| Went from, nasty nas to escos trash | |
| Had a spark when you started but now youre just garbage | |
| Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all | |
| To your bodyguards oochie wally verse better than yours | |
| Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song | |
| But I know the sun dont shine, then son dont shine | |
| Thats why your laaaaaaame! career come to a end | |
| Theres only so long fake thugs can pretend | |
| Nigga you aint 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, thats 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 aint get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and | |
| I know who I paid god, serchlite publishing | |
| Use your braaaaaaain! you said you been in this ten | |
| Ive been in it five smarten up nas | |
| Four albums in ten years nigga? i can divide | |
| Thats one every lets say two, two of them shits was due | |
| One was nahhh, the other was illmatic | |
| Thats a one hot album every ten year average | |
| And thats so laaaaaaame! 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 | |
| Dont 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 | |
| Measy, we runnin this rap shit | |
| The broad street bully, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats 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 krsone | |
| A wise man told me dont argue with fools | |
| Cause people from a distance cant tell who is who | |
| So stop with that childish shit, nigga Im grown | |
| Please leave it alone dont throw rocks at the throne | |
| Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you | |
| I dont know why your advisors aint forewarn you | |
| Please, not jay, hes, not for play | |
| I dont 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 | |
| Dont make me expose you to them folks that dont know you | |
| Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels | |
| Twinkletoes you breakin my heart | |
| You cant fuck with me go play somewhere, Im busy | |
| And all you other cats throwin shots at jigga | |
| You only get half a bar fuck yall niggaz |
| zuò qǔ : E. Burdon Shawn Carter B. Chandler John Paul Densmore Robert Krieger R | |
| zuò cí : Burdon, Carter, Chandler ... | |
| 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 breaks over nigga | |
| God mc, me, jayhova | |
| Hey lil soldier you aint ready for war | |
| R. o. c. too strong for yall | |
| Its like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test | |
| Your chest in the line of fire witcha thinass vest | |
| You bringin them boyz ii men, how them boys gon win? | |
| This is grown man b. i., get you rolled into triage | |
| Beatch your reach aint long enough, dunny | |
| Your peeps aint strong enough, fucka | |
| Rocafella is the army, better yet the navy | |
| Niggazll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady | |
| We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama | |
| Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer | |
| Dont let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it | |
| So you wont confuse it with just rap music | |
| R. o. c., we runnin this rap shit | |
| Measy, we runnin this rap shit | |
| The broad street bully, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats 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 krsone | |
| I dont care if you mobb deep, I hold triggers to crews | |
| You little fuck, Ive got money stacks bigger than you | |
| When I was pushin weight, back in eightyeight | |
| You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya | |
| Then you dropped shook ones, switch your demeanor | |
| Well we dont believe you, you need more people | |
| Rocafella, students of the game, we passed the classes | |
| Nobody can read you dudes like we do | |
| Dont let em gas you like jigga is ass and wont clap you | |
| Trust me on this one Ill detach you | |
| Mind from spirit, body from soul | |
| Theyll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole | |
| No, youre not on my level get your brakes tweaked | |
| I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week | |
| You guys dont want it with hov | |
| Ask nas, he dont want it with hov, nooooo! | |
| R. o. c., we runnin this rap shit | |
| B. sigel, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Measy, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats 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 krsone | |
| I know you missin all the faaaaaaame! | |
| But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame | |
| Nigga you a laaaaaaame! | |
| Youse the fag model for karl kani esco ads | |
| Went from, nasty nas to escos trash | |
| Had a spark when you started but now youre just garbage | |
| Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all | |
| To your bodyguards oochie wally verse better than yours | |
| Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song | |
| But I know the sun dont shine, then son dont shine | |
| Thats why your laaaaaaame! career come to a end | |
| Theres only so long fake thugs can pretend | |
| Nigga you aint 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, thats 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 aint get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and | |
| I know who I paid god, serchlite publishing | |
| Use your braaaaaaain! you said you been in this ten | |
| Ive been in it five smarten up nas | |
| Four albums in ten years nigga? i can divide | |
| Thats one every lets say two, two of them shits was due | |
| One was nahhh, the other was illmatic | |
| Thats a one hot album every ten year average | |
| And thats so laaaaaaame! 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 | |
| Dont 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 | |
| Measy, we runnin this rap shit | |
| The broad street bully, we runnin this rap shit | |
| Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats 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 krsone | |
| A wise man told me dont argue with fools | |
| Cause people from a distance cant tell who is who | |
| So stop with that childish shit, nigga Im grown | |
| Please leave it alone dont throw rocks at the throne | |
| Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you | |
| I dont know why your advisors aint forewarn you | |
| Please, not jay, hes, not for play | |
| I dont 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 | |
| Dont make me expose you to them folks that dont know you | |
| Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels | |
| Twinkletoes you breakin my heart | |
| You cant fuck with me go play somewhere, Im busy | |
| And all you other cats throwin shots at jigga | |
| You only get half a bar fuck yall niggaz |
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