[Intro: Jay-Z]
What you cokey, man?
What, you gettin' high now, man?
What them niggas tellin' you, man? (Get out your mommy's house)
It's not you, Johnny
Come back home, man
40 years old Johnny, man, should be ashamed of yourself (Big 4-O, baby)
You want some attention?
Give you some attention
Check it out
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
My brain on the top, it's long like marathons (Woo)
More popular than tons of marijuan' (Woo)
Nigga, you ain't strong enough to carry on
I move heavy weight, you ain't never carry Shawn
Free – you happy?
[Verse 2: Freeway]
I got 'em (Uh)
You like the beer Caine dropped in 'Menace' – 40 and broke
Freeway let the 40 smoke, tend to my business
Diss Jay? Free come wherе you stay
Be where you visit, homеs
You shouldn't be alone, sleep with your K
Look, it's the front line of the Roc, man, the beef man
Freeway speak with the heat jab, the Glock freeze time like a lock, man
Don't make me have to swing past your peeps pad
Smack up mommy and pop's, fam
It's that simple, don't mention the dogs
I make R. Kelly fuck with your kids, and swing past and give your sister the love
You probably simp for the love
You real tough in your songs, but ain't built for the kids, uh
[Verse 3: Geda K]
Yo, how many emcees must get diss
For talkin' (Uh) unnecessary shit?
I let the sixteen gague hit ya nigga, you should'a knew that
It's always the new cats that'll get ya
J-A-Z, oh boy, oh man, you don' got outta line and
You know a nigga better than Geda, then sign him, yeah
You been here the longest, still the brokest
They repo'd your truck, how dare you provoke us
Ya old and useless, doubting the kid when little niggas on Louis had you like Malcolm in the crib
If money made you cross, you wasn't fam all along (Nope)
Damn, this must've been your plans all along
Dog, I have you beat to a pulp in B-Stuy by some big bouncer niggas and there's no [?] B High
My freestyles got more buzz than your album, it's my time, your's was in the '80s, stop wildin'
[Jay-Z Talking]
You happy, man?
You got your attention? You sold a couple of records now?
Good, man
Anything I can do for you, homie (Woo)
Help 'em out, Chris
[Verse 4: Young Chris & Jay-Z]
We from where niggas know that's your wife and still crack on her (Uh-huh)
That dough'll have a close homie turn his gat on ya
The ones you feed, the ones turn they backs on ya
Catch 'em in the long run, snubbing you with a long gun
Fuckin' with the wrong one, young dude handle his B.I
Believe I buck a nigga, won't run
And when the Glocks bust niggas lose weight like [?] pop bus
We move weight until the cops rush, line 'em up, shut 'em down (Uh)
Round 'em up, throw some lead around
(Jaz Ho) We 'bout to dead him now
The hoods know who the best around
They just mad 'cause we on top and they up in the hood left around
Get your niggas, vest 'em down, bring your guns, fill 'em up
My niggas (Uh) Smith & Wesson 'em down and they down to hit 'em up
Philly nigga, State P
Quick to catch a case, catch a body, half my niggas [?] [?] from catching bodies, uh (Woah!)
[Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek Talking]
Okay, that's enough, Young Gunna
Want everybody to run out, pick up Jaz-O album
Guess that's why he doin' all this, um
Jaz, this is really not you
Got these mixtape niggas, they all snitches, they using you
They got you dry snitchin' on records – that's not cool, homie
That's not you
Um
Jaz-O, Jaz-O
K, Jaz-O album's in stores, Jaz-O album, Jaz's video currently playin' BET, alright
You happy?
Oh, Bleek got something to say (Yo) (Yeah niggas) (Yo)
Let's do it
[Verse 5: Memphis Bleek]
I guess it was all good a week ago (Right?)
Until they repo'd his vehicle and now he mad at Bleek and Hov (Damn)
He wanna get his self exposed
But gets subjected to the [?] slugs when they spit up out the fo (Sho)
And I'm back on that Marcy bullshit
Remember you push incense back on Bushwick (Yeah)
Ave, I know your style and your grammar
Down in Atlanta (What?)
You wearin' sandals, what's your plans, cuzz? (What was you doin'?)
You know a nigga never fronted on M, unless I took somethin' or he took somethin' in him (Stop the rumors)
Trust me, Jaz, yo I'm not for talkin'
You know the gun play, I bring the gun to the office
But to my friends, I pose no threat
But now I know the reason when we talked, you sweat (Why you sweating, dog?)
'Cause you was under the gun, under the pressure
You know M'll leave you if you said somethin' extra (Go 'head)
You 40-somethin', lookin' flabby and sick
Nigga, I'm G4 status, try to pass me in the six, Jaz? (Come on)
'Cause when I blast, you die and you almost 45, still livin' with Ma
I left home at fifteen, sixteen on me, I'm out
To the block gettin' it in, work, dishin' it out
You, you never thugged, not a day in your life
Calisthenics is the only workout in your life
Stop frontin', faggot
(Yeah)
