[00:05.44]（"Fuck Jay-Z"）
[00:06.25]What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
[00:09.76]You, what?
[00:10.91]（"Fuck Jay-Z"）
[00:11.97]You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
[00:15.14]（"Fuck Jay-Z"）
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[00:16.29]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether
[00:17.88]（Will） Teach you the king you know you
[00:19.08]（Not） "God's son" across the belly
[00:20.60]（Lose） I prove you lost already
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[00:22.40]Brace yourself for the main event
[00:24.62]Y'all impatiently waiting
[00:25.51]It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
[00:27.93]Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
[00:30.91]Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
[00:34.67]I embrace y'all with napalm
[00:36.78]Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
[00:39.63]How could Nas be garbage?
[00:41.02]Semi-autos at your cartilage
[00:42.82]Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
[00:45.71]I got this, locked since '9-1
[00:48.30]I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
[00:51.38]Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
[00:54.27]With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
[00:57.36]Check it
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[01:01.31]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether
[01:02.33]（Will） Teach you the king you know you
[01:03.83]（Not） "God's son" across the belly
[01:04.45]（Lose） I prove you lost already
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[01:07.11]Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man （no doubt）
[01:08.28]Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fucking ring
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[01:10.25]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether
[01:11.19]（Will） Teach you the king you know you
[01:12.28]（Not） "God's son" across the belly
[01:13.74]（Lose） I prove you lost already
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[01:15.42]I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
[01:18.59]Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
[01:21.25]Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave （uh）
[01:24.55]Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
[01:27.07]Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
[01:29.92]With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
[01:32.68]When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
[01:35.85]That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
[01:38.57]Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
[01:41.80]To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
[01:44.55]This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
[01:47.68]When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
[01:50.71]First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
[01:54.81]Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live
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[01:58.73]（I...will...not...lose）
[02:01.39]"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
[02:04.07]The king is back, where my crown at?
[02:06.60]（Ill...will） Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[02:09.23]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether
[02:10.25]（Will） Teach you the king you know you
[02:11.66]（Not） "God's son" across the belly
[02:12.98]（Lose） I prove you lost already
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[02:14.90]Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
[02:17.26]What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
[02:19.09]You traded your soul for riches
[02:20.72]My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
[02:22.95]And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
[02:26.47]You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
[02:29.19]Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
[02:32.45]Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
[02:34.91]Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
[02:37.96]In '88 you was getting chased through your building
[02:40.78]Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
[02:43.84]All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
[02:46.96]Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
[02:49.75]Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
[02:52.62]No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
[02:55.73]Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
[02:58.79]You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
[03:01.93]I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
[03:05.03]You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
[03:08.77]Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
[03:10.38]Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
[03:13.57]That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
[03:16.51]Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
[03:19.10]Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
[03:22.50]Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
[03:25.46]And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
[03:28.21]Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
[03:31.33]And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
[03:33.69]Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
[03:37.16]In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
[03:40.12]Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
[03:42.97]What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
[03:45.97]Ne-gro please
[03:47.64]You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
[03:50.65]Compared to Beans you wack
[03:51.87]And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
[03:54.63]You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
[03:58.53]And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
[04:00.93]You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention
[04:03.84]Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
[04:06.61]Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
[04:10.28]J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
[04:12.73]Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
[04:15.69]Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
[04:19.01]So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
[04:21.78]How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
[04:24.53]Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
[04:27.57]You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
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