（"**** Jay-Z"） What's up ******, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog You, what? （"**** Jay-Z"） You been on my **** *****, you love my style, ***** （"**** Jay-Z"）
（I） **** with your soul like ether （Will） Teach you the king you know you （Not） "God's son" across the belly （Lose） I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waiting It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music Check it
（I） **** with your soul like ether （Will） Teach you the king you know you （Not） "God's son" across the belly （Lose） I prove you lost already
Ay yo, pass me the ****, pour my ashes out on these ****** man （no doubt） Ay, y'all f****ts, y'all kneel and kiss the f****ng ring
（I） **** with your soul like ether （Will） Teach you the king you know you （Not） "God's son" across the belly （Lose） I prove you lost already
I've been f****d over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, s*it on me, spit on my grave （uh） Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and C**kafella Records wanted beef Started c**king up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big **** sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live
（I...will...not...lose） "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? （Ill...will） Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it ****** （I） **** with your soul like ether （Will） Teach you the king you know you （Not） "God's son" across the belly （Lose） I prove you lost already
Y'all ****** deal with emotions like b*****s What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissing women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly In '88 you was getting chased through your building Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian s*irts, hanging with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the s*it you need to learn though That ether, that s*it that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own s*it You a ****-riding f****t, you love the attention Queens ****** run you ******, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz **** So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop s*it, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss
[00:05.44]（"**** Jay-Z"） [00:06.25]What's up ******, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog [00:09.76]You, what? [00:10.91]（"**** Jay-Z"） [00:11.97]You been on my **** *****, you love my style, ***** [00:15.14]（"**** Jay-Z"） [00:15.88] [00:16.29]（I） **** 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 [00:22.23] [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 [01:00.78] [01:01.31]（I） **** 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 [01:06.38] [01:07.11]Ay yo, pass me the ****, pour my ashes out on these ****** man （no doubt） [01:08.28]Ay, y'all f****ts, y'all kneel and kiss the f****ng ring [01:10.06] [01:10.25]（I） **** 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 [01:14.69] [01:15.42]I've been f****d 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, s*it 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 C**kafella Records wanted beef [01:38.57]Started c**king 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]**** sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live [01:58.36] [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 ****** [02:09.23]（I） **** 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 [02:14.34] [02:14.90]Y'all ****** deal with emotions like b*****s [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 s*irts, hanging with little Chase [02:58.79]You a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, 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 s*it you need to learn though [03:13.57]That ether, that s*it 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 s*it [04:00.93]You a ****-riding f****t, you love the attention [04:03.84]Queens ****** run you ******, 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 **** [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 s*it, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss [04:30.86]
