Brooklyn's Finest
[Jay-Z]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 bettors (uh-huh)And niggas who pump wheels and drive JettasTake that with ya
[Notorious B.I.G.].. hit ya, back split yaFuck fist fights and lame 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-relatedMost hated
[Jay-Z].. can't fade itWhile y'all pump Willie, 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, left them paramedics breathing soft on him"What'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 push 700's, they ain't made them yetRolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings tooNiggas 'round the way call me Igloo - Stick who?
[Hook: Clark Kent]Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn, going out for allMarcy - that's right - you don't stopBed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga!
[Jay-Z]What, what, what?Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit your drawersBrooklyn represent y'all, hit you foldYou 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, deliciousFuck three wishes, made my road to richesFrom 62's, gem stars, my mom's dishesGram chopping, police van dockingD's at my doors knocking
[Jay-Z]What? Keep rockingNo more mister nice guy, I twist your shitThe fuck back with them pistolsBlazin', hot like CajunHotter than even holding work at the Days InnWith New York plates outsideGet up out of there - fuck your ride
[Notorious B.I.G.]Keep your hands high, shit gets steeperHere comes the Grim Reaper (Frank White)Leave the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right)Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told meYou're holding more drugs than a pharmacyYou ain't harming me, so pardon mePass the safe, before I blaze the placeAnd here's six shots just in case(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
[Hook: Clark Kent]Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn going 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 your drawers(Where we from?) Brooklyn going out to all(Bushwick...) You don't stop(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggas!
[Jay-Z]From '9-6, the only MC with a fluYeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to doMade a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heronNigga please, like short sleeves I bear armsStay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone!
[Notorious B.I.G.]Me and Gutter had 2 spotsThe 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue topsGotta go, Coolio mean it's getting "Too Hot"If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two PacsGet it? ... Tu-pac's
[Jay-Z]Time to separate the pros from the consThe platinum from the bronzeThat butter soft shit from that leather on the FonzA S1 diamond from a I class donA Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?!Brook-Nam, sipping on
[Notorious B.I.G.]Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weatherThe M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc BuchanansUsually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossing yaMad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warning ya(Hah, what the fuck?)
[Hook: Clark Kent]Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all(Flatbush...) You don't stop(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your 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: Clark Kent]Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.ASuperbad click, Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind thisRepresenting BK to the fullest