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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 Ayo, 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 Jettas Take that with ya Hit ya, back split ya (uh) F*ck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh) Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo) Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm) F*ck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (haha) Most hated Can't fade it (uh, what?) While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh) Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh) But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him "What's ya name?" Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh) Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin' to push 700s, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbite rings too Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker) Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your 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 your 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 Biggie baby! (Uh) My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious F*ck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh) Gram choppin', police van dockin' Ds at my doors knockin' (what?) Keep rockin', yeah No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit The f*ck back with the pistols blazin' Hot like Cajun (uh) Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside Get up out of there, f*ck your ride Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh) Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White Leave the keys to your InnKeeper (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, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Crown Heights) You don't stop (Brownsville) You won't stop (nigga) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) (Ha ha) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Bushwick) You don't stop (Fort Greene) You won't stop (niggas) Yeah, yeah, yeah For '9-6, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white heroin Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms (um) Stay out my way from here on (clear?) Gone! (uh) Me and Gutter had two spots The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh) Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' Too Hot If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh) Get it? Tupac's? (hh, uhh, uhh) Time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh) The platinum from the bronze That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh) A S1 diamond from a I class don A Chandon sipper from a Rose nigga, huh Brook-nam, sippin' on Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (uh) The M.A.f.i.a. Keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans (uh) Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica I'm warnin' ya (ha, what the f*ck?) Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Flatbush) You don't stop (Red Hook) That's right, 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 (ohwee) (East New York) You don't stop (Clinton Hill) You won't stop (nigga) Is Brooklyn in the house? (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Uhh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A Supermen clique Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this Representing BK to the fullest
Written by: Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Marshall Jones, Christopher Wallace, Leroy Bonner, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Marvin Pierce, Andrew Noland, Greg Webster, Shawn Carter
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