conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Takeover with the following description: Jay Z’s diss song aimed at Mobb Deep and Nas.  The song is better remembered for its Nas diss as it catalyzed the long-running and epic Jay-Z/Nas beef.
  The first 2 verses were debuted live at NYC radio station Hot 97’s Summer Jam concert, complete with a childhood picture of Mobb Deep’s Prodigy in 80’s MJ-inspired dance gear.
  The brilliant beat is sampled from “5 to 1” by The Doors, and KRS-One’s “Sound of Da Police.” “Takeover” was the first song Young Guru ever mixed for Jay-Z, beginning a long and fruitful relationship. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  C'mon
  Woo
  [Chorus]
  R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
  Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit
  B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit
  Freeway, we run this rap shit
  O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
  Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
  [Verse 1]
  The takeover, the break's over, nigga
  God MC, me, Jay-Hova
  Hey, lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war
  R-O-C too strong for y'all
  It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
  Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest
  You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon' win?
  This is grown man B-I, get you rolled into triage, bitch
  Your reach ain't long enough, dunny
  Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
  Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet, the navy
  Niggas'll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady
  We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama, uh
  We kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer
  Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I overdo it
  So you won't confuse it with just rap music [Chorus]
  R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
  M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
  The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
  Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it
  Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
  O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
  Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
  (
  Watch out, we run New York
  )
  [Verse 2]
  I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
  You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you
  When I was pushing weight back in '88
  You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya
  Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor
  Well, we don't believe you, you need more people
  Roc-A-Fella students of the game, we passed the class
  'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do
  Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
  Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
  Mind from spirit, body from soul
  They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
  No, you're not on my level, get your brakes tweaked
  I sold what your whole album sold in my first week
  You guys don't want it with Hov
  Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov, no [Chorus]
  R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
  B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit
  M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
  Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it
  O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
  Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
  Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
  (
  Watch out, we run New York
  )
  [Verse 3]
  I know you miss it, Nas, the (
  Fame
  )
  But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame
  Nigga, you a (
  Lame
  )
  You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads
  Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
  Had a spark when you started, but now, you're just garbage
  Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
  To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours (Oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally)
  Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song
  But I know, the sun don't shine if son don't shine
  That's why your (
  Lame
  ), career's come to an end
  It's only so long fake thugs can pretend
  Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks' pad (Yup)
  You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life
  I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who)
  Then I heard your album 'bout your TEC on the dresser
  So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong (
  I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
  )
  You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo)
  And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then
  I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing
  Use your (
  Brain
  )
  You said you've been in this ten, I've been in it five, smarten up, Nas
  Four albums in ten years, nigga? I could divide
  That's one every, let's say two,
   
  two of them shits was doo
  One was nah, the other was 
  Illmatic
  That's a one hot album every ten year average
  And that's so (
  Lame)
  Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage
  What, you tryna kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here)
  Y'all niggas gon' learn to respect the king
  Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
  Because you-know-who (Who)
  Did you-know-what (What?), with you-know-who (Yeah)
  But just keep that between me and you for now [Chorus]
  R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
  M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
  The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
  Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it
  Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
  O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
  Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
  (
  Watch out, we run New York
  )
  [Verse 4]
  A wise man told me don't argue with fools
  ‘Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
  So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I'm grown
  Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
  Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
  I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you
  Please, not Jay, he's not for play
  I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks
  I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
  You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep
  Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
  Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels
  Twinkletoes, you're breakin' my heart
  Can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
  And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga
  You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas