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 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 who

Motherfucker

Jay-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 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

Jigga 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 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 Brooklyn

Jay-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 niggaz

Yeah 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 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 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