[00:00.00] 作词 : Nasir Jones/Rondell Turner
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Rondell Turner
[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, 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 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 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 ****-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 shit , apologize, *****, just ask Kiss
[04:30.86]

作词 : Nasir Jones/Rondell Turner
作曲 : Nasir Jones/Rondell Turner
（"**** 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, shit 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 shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit 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 shit
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 shit , apologize, *****, just ask Kiss