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Brooklyns Finest

[Jay Z]

Yeah yeah yeah Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us

The number one question is can the Feds get us

I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters

And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas take that with ya

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Hit ya back split ya fuck fist fights and layin scuffles

Pillow case to your face make the shell muffle

Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle

Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated

Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hate it


Can't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt silly

Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me

But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli

Squeezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on him

What's ya name?

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra

Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet

Tryin to put 700's, they ain't made them yet

Rolex and bracelets is frostbit

Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?

Chorus: Jay-Z

What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall

Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me

I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV

(Jigga) Jay-Z

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious

Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches

From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes

Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin


Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy

I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols

Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn

With New York plates outside,


Brooklyns Finest / Джей-Зи

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