Texty: Jay-Z. Vol. 1: In My Lifetime. Friend Or Foe '98.

I'm done talking
Ran up in the spot gun smoking
Shot it in the air, one woke him
Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo

Thinking to himself what done provoked him
His thoughts is racing like a Vulcan
I swear, I saw a light bulb when
He finally realized who was the culprit

I said, "Yeah, remember me from friend or foe when
I told you don't ever, ever come around here no more
Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun, lay down
This time you're really going to listen to Jay now"

I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize
I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be
Plus I had sympathy and we all wore rams with your keys
And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me

But I was like "Nah", Chromes had to know he was wrong
And if you caught me on the foul now you sing me the same song
Plus you promised and that's really no fun
Yeah, I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns

And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms
Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon
But my mind's like a flower in bloom
Peep up, my eyes just scour the room

I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk, I got it laid out
You think you the first nigga I played out in a 2 hotel town?
Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you
Left the exit, got some niggas on that side of the town

Money well invested, rudely interrupted
Jamaican accents
A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen

Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes, I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable
Friend or foe, Biotch