Lirik Lagu Brooklyn's Finest - Jay-Z
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[Jay Z]Yeah yeah yeah Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat usThe number one question is can the Feds get usI got vendettas in dice games against ass bettersAnd 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 scufflesPillow case to your face make the shell muffleShoot your daughter in the calf muscleFuck a tussle, nickel-platedSprinkle 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 sillyScared, so you sent your little mans to come kill meBut on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milliSqueezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on himWhat's ya name?
[Notorious B.I.G.]Who shot ya? Mob ties like SinatraPeruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yetTryin to put 700's, they ain't made them yetRolex and bracelets is frostbitRings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?
Chorus: Jay-Z
What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawersBrooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fallYa crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play meI'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
[Notorious B.I.G.]Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's maliciousDelicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to richesFrom 62 gem stars, my moms dishesGram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin
[Jay-Z]Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice GuyI twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistolsBlazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days InnWith New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride
[Notorious B.I.G.]Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeperHere comes the Grim ReaperFrank Wright need the keys to your Integra(That's right)Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told meYour holding more drugs than a pharmacyYou ain't harmin me, so pardon mePass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case
Chorus
[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a fluYeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to doMade a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heronNigga please, like short sleeves I bear armsStay out the way from heron(Clear) gone
[Notoriuos B.I.G.]Nea Gutter had two spotsThe two for five dollar hits, the blue topsGotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too HotIf Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac'sGet it, Tupac's
[Jay-Z]Time to separate the pros from the consThe platinum from the bronzAnd butter soft shit from the leather on the FonzThe S1 diamond from my eye class donA Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huhBrook Na, sippin on
[Notorious B.I.G.]Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weatherThe M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc BuchanansUsually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin yaMad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]Hit ya back split ya fuck fist fights and layin scufflesPillow case to your face make the shell muffleShoot your daughter in the calf muscleFuck a tussle, nickel-platedSprinkle 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 sillyScared, so you sent your little mans to come kill meBut on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milliSqueezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on himWhat's ya name?
[Notorious B.I.G.]Who shot ya? Mob ties like SinatraPeruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yetTryin to put 700's, they ain't made them yetRolex and bracelets is frostbitRings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?
Chorus: Jay-Z
What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawersBrooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fallYa crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play meI'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
[Notorious B.I.G.]Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's maliciousDelicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to richesFrom 62 gem stars, my moms dishesGram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin
[Jay-Z]Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice GuyI twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistolsBlazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days InnWith New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride
[Notorious B.I.G.]Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeperHere comes the Grim ReaperFrank Wright need the keys to your Integra(That's right)Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told meYour holding more drugs than a pharmacyYou ain't harmin me, so pardon mePass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case
Chorus
[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a fluYeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to doMade a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heronNigga please, like short sleeves I bear armsStay out the way from heron(Clear) gone
[Notoriuos B.I.G.]Nea Gutter had two spotsThe two for five dollar hits, the blue topsGotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too HotIf Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac'sGet it, Tupac's
[Jay-Z]Time to separate the pros from the consThe platinum from the bronzAnd butter soft shit from the leather on the FonzThe S1 diamond from my eye class donA Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huhBrook Na, sippin on
[Notorious B.I.G.]Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weatherThe M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc BuchanansUsually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin yaMad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
Chorus
