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 [Intro cam'ron] 
Ok first off, you a bitch nigga 
Only reason I'm doin this 
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty 
First - you stole roc-a-fella from dame 
Second - you stole kanye from dame 
Third - you stole roc-a-wear from dame 
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired 
Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off 
I had to turn the beat off for this 
You talkin bout you a 80's baby 
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news 
How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? 
Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on 
How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old? 
Back to business 
[Verse 1 cam'ron] 
You ain't the only one with big wallets 
Got it, my shits brollic, dot it 
But your publishing should go to mrs. wallace 
Honest. stealing +big+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin 
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em 
It was roc-a-wear, when dame had it 
Now you got it, call it +cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope) 
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. no 
Dame and biggs bitch for years, now you juan hoe 
(Go to lennox & broadway you dumb ass nigga) 
He own the 40/40 got you in atlantic city 
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty 
You love a harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true 
But now I look we got more dudes in brooklyn then you 
Appar-ently right? down in jeezy video 
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask weezy, weezy was there) 
At jaz video you starred in it, peter pan (hawaiian sophie) 
I was hopping off the greyhound, peter pan 
(Call him hawaiian sophie from now on) 
How could he be the man? (huh) 
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn 
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk) 
You can fool the rest of the world long as new york know 
We put you underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars) 
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders 
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers 
Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers 
[Chorus 2x max b] 
You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper 
All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages 
Niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (quit trying to spray us) 
But for robbery we gotta new flavor (dipset) 
In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (dipset) 
This is 40th nigga we from the slums(dipset) 
Pushin 40 nigga you not the one 
It's killa season holla at a nigga cause here it come 
[Verse 2 cam'ron] 
Killa! let's go 
Who can fuck with me? no mammal, but we tote handles 
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like joe camel (go smoke some cigarettes) 
Off of rocafella right? no contact 
But busta fly joints, they put us out the contract 
I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how 
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou' 
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (this is crazy) 
Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil 
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill 
Paul wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz) 
East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel 
Down in houston ask b I'ma mack forreal 
Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me 
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd lp (check my second album) 
I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world 
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word) 
Mr. rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop) 
Still got our acapellas, but I will akinel her 
'Put it in ya mouth-put it in ya mouth' 
It ain't my fault I'm raw 
I'm sorry b but I want a war 
And he stabbed 'un' (lance rivera) over charli baltimore (fucking faggot) 
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love 
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove 
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is) 
Tell 'oh jay-z chill, cochran is dead' 
[Chorus] 
[Ontro 1 cam'ron] 
Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man 
This just round one, 15 rounds b 
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou' 
Actin like you gon diss us 
You got anthrax over there man, and we george bush man 
You aint gone sadam hussein it 
Acting like you got something over there 
You doing what ma$e did, you making super songs man 
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades out] 
            
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