yea did u hear "you got to love it" by cam'ron, he kills jay-z

You talking bout you an eighties baby
You thirty seven years old
You was born in 1968
And I open the Daily News how is the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans
Open toe sandals with Sean Carters with jeans on
How is the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans when he 42 years old
Back to business

he made two albums
You wildin and he can’t dress dog who styled um
Its was Rocawear when dame had it
Now you got it call it cockawear (you got it on)
Huh not in here (nope)

Who can fuck with me
No mammal
But we toat handles
At your open toe sandals
And you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right no contact but bust fly joints they put us out the contract
I left the label right a lot of cats I wonder how
Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou
Just for telling yall I get fined a hundred thou (This is crazy)
Huh them cats is ill five times a half a mil
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Pall Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffodils

Tell old Jay-z chill Cochran is dead