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Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm 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, aiyyoPeep 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 witchaHit 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 itCan'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?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?

MotherfuckerJay-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, niggaWhat, 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-ZAnd 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'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 rideKeep 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, BrooklynJay-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

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, niggazYeah, yeah, yeah

For nine six, the only MC with a flue

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? GoneMe 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'sTime 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' onCristal 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?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

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

Superbad click, Brooklyn's finest

You rewind this

Represetin' BK to the fullest

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