Jay-z - Brooklyns Finest

Song Rating: 9.11/10

Song lyrics:

(feat. Notorious B.I.G.)
[Pain In Da Ass]
[*gunshots*] OKAY, IM RELOADED!!!
You motherf**ers, think you big time?
f**in with Jay-Z, you gon die, big time!
Here come the Pain! [*gunshots*]

[Jay-Z]
Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga)
n***a, how you figure... (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo

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 a** betters (uh-huh)
and n***az who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha..

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. hit ya, back split ya
f** fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
f** a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related
Most hate it..

[Jay-Z]
.. cant fade it
While yall pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come k** me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him
Whats ya name?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I aint paid them yet
Tryin to push 700s, they aint made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
n***az round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?)
Motherf**er!

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all
Marcy - thats right - you dont stop
Bed-Stuy.. you wont stop, n***a!

[Jay-Z]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big Smalls, n***a sh** ya drawers
Brooklyn represent yall, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
Im from Marcy, Im varsity, chump, youre JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. and Bigga baby!
My Bed-Stuy flows malicious, delicious
f** three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62s, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin
Ds at my doors knockin

[Jay-Z]
What? Keep rockin
No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your sh**
the f** 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, f** your ride

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep your hands high, sh** gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright
Leave the keys to your In-tegra (Thats right)
Chill homie, the b**h in the Shoneys told me
Youre holdin more d** than a pharmacy, you aint harmin me
So pardon me, pa** the safe, before I blaze the place
and heres six shots just in case
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Crown Heights...) You dont stop
(Brownsville...) You wont stop, n***a!
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** ya drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Bushwick...) You dont stop
(Fort Greene...) You wont stop, n***az!

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what youre tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
n***a please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone!

[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean its gettin Too Hot
If Fay had twins, shed probably have two-Pacs
Get it? .. Tu-pacs

[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft sh** from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye cla** don
A Cham Dom sipper from a Rosay n***a, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin on

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Cristal forever, play the crib when its 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, Im warnin ya
(Hah, what the f**?)

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Flatbush...) You dont stop
(Redhook...) You wont stop, n***a!
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(East New York...) You dont stop
(Clinton Hill...) You wont stop, n***a!
{*Is Brooklyn in the house?*}

[Outro]
Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, yall, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brook-lyns Finest, you re-wind this
Represetin BK to the fullest

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 21:24