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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



[Jay-Z]

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



[Jay-Z]

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,

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