jay-z
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. bigga. nigga 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. 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? 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 motherfucker! jay-z and biggie smalls nigga shit ya drawers brooklyn goin out for all marcy - that's right - you don't stop bed-stuy. you won't stop nigga! 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 jay-z 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 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 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 jay-z and biggie smalls nigga shit ya drawers brooklyn goin out to all you don't stop you won't stop nigga! hah hah! jay-z and biggie smalls nigga shit ya drawers brooklyn goin out to all you don't stop you won't stop niggaz! 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 gone! 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 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 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 jay-z and biggie smalls nigga shit ya drawers brooklyn goin out to all you don't stop you won't stop nigga! jay-z and biggie smalls nigga shit ya drawers brooklyn goin out to all you don't stop you won't stop nigga! 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