You gotta love it

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 u 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 fu*kwith 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 go