- Brooklyn's Finest (Featuring The Notorious B.I.G.) 歌詞 JAY-Z
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- JAY-Z Brooklyn's Finest (Featuring The Notorious B.I.G.) 歌詞
- JAY-Z
- Okay Im reloaded
You motherfuckers think you big time
Fuckin with Jay-Z you gon die big time
Here come the 'Pain'
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
The number one question is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha
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
Cant fade it while yall 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
Whats ya name
Who shot ya Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in I aint paid them yet
Tryin to push 700s they aint made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit rings too
Niggaz round the way call me Igloo Stix who
Motherfucker
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls
Nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from
Brooklyn goin out for all
Marcy thats right you dont stop
Bed -Stuy you wont stop nigga
What what what
Jay-Z Big Smalls nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent yall hit you fold
You crazy think your little bit of rhymes can play me
Im from Marcy Im varsity chump youre JV
Jigga Jay-Z
And Bigga baby
My Bed-Stuy flows malicious delicious
Fuck three wishes made my road to riches
From 62s gem stars my moms dishes
Gram choppin police van dockin
Ds at my doors knockin
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
Keep your hands high shit gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper Frank Wright leave the keys to your
In-tegra thats right chill homie the bitch in the Shoneys told me
Youre holdin more drugs than a pharmacy you aint harmin me
So pardon me pass the safe before I blaze the place
And heres six shots just in case Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn goin out to all
Crown Heights you dont stop
Brownsville you wont stop nigga Brooklyn
Hah hah Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls nigga shit ya drawers
Where we from Brooklyn goin out to all
Bushwick you dont stop
Fort Greene you wont stop niggaz
Yeah yeah yeah
For nine six the only MC with a flue
Yeah I rhyme sick I be what youre 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
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits the blue tops
Gotta go Coolio mean its gettin 'Too Hot'
If Fay had twins
Shed probably have two-Pacs
Get it Tu-pacs
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
Cristal forever play the crib when its 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
Im warnin ya hah what the fuck
Jay- Z and Biggie Smalls nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn goin out to all
Flatbush you dont stop
Redhook you wont stop nigga Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn goin out to all
East New York you dont stop
Clinton Hill you wont stop nigga
Is Brooklyn in the house
Roc-A-Fella yall Junior M A F I A
Superbad click Brooklyns finest
You rewind this
Represetin BK to the fullest
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