Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Brooklyn's Finest Lyrics

(feat. Notorious B.I.G.)

 [Pain In Da Ass] 

 [*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! 

 You motherfuckers, think you big time? 

 Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!

 Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga)

 Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure)

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo

 

 Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)

 The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)

 I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh)

 and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas

 Take that witcha..

 

 [Notorious B.I.G.]

 .. hit ya, back split ya

 Fuck fist fights and lame 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 y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts 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, left them paramedics breathin 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 push 700's, they ain't made them yet

 Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too

 Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?)

 Motherfucker!

 

 [Chorus]

 Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

 (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all

 Marcy - that's right - you don't stop

 Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga!

 

 [Jay-Z]

 What, what, what?

 Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

 Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold

 You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?

 I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV

 (Jigga) Jay-Z

 

 [Notorious B.I.G.]

 .. and Bigga baby!

 My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious

 Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches

 from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes

 Gram choppin, police van dockin

 D's at my doors knockin

 

 [Jay-Z]

 What? Keep rockin

 No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit 

 the fuck back with them pistols, blazin

 Hot like cajun

 Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn

 with New York plates outside

 Get up outta there, fuck your ride

 

 [Notorious B.I.G.]

 Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper

 Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright

 Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)

 Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me

 You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me

 So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place 

 and here's six shots just in case

 (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)

 

 [Chorus]

 Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

 (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all

 (Crown Heights...) You don't stop

 (Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga!

 (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)

 Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

 (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all

 (Bushwick...) You don't stop

 (Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz!

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Yeah, yeah, yeah

 For nine six, the only MC with a flu

 Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do

 Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron

 Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms

 Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone!

 

 [Notoriuos B.I.G.]

 Me and Gutter had two spots

 The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops

 Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot"

 If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's

 Get it? .. Tu-pac's

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Time to separate the pros from the cons

 The platinum from the bronze

 That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz

 A S1 diamond from a eye class don

 A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!

 Brook-Nam, sippin on 

 

 [Notorious B.I.G.]

 Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather

 The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans

 Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya

 Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya

 (Hah, what the fuck?)

 

 [Chorus]

 Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

 (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all

 (Flatbush...) You don't stop

 (Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!

 (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)

 Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

 (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all

 (East New York...) You don't stop

 (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga!

 {*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*}

 

 [Outro]

 Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. 

 Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this 

 Represetin BK to the fullest