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Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time
Here the, "Pain"

Jigga, jigga, bigga,
Nigga, how you figure, how you
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Peep the and the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is can the get us
I got vendettas in dice games ass betters
And who pump wheels and drive Jettas
that witcha

Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and lame
Pillow to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle,
Sprinkle coke on the floor, it drug related
Most it

fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to kill me
But on the contrilli, I the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them
soft on him
What's ya

Who shot ya? Mob like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they ain't them yet
and bracelets is frostbit, rings too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Stix, who?

Jay-Z and Smalls
shit ya drawers
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, right, you don't stop
Bed-Stuy, you stop, nigga

What, what,
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you
You crazy, think your little bit of can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, JV
Jigga,

And Bigga
My flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my moms
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my knockin'

What? Keep
No more, Mister Nice Guy, I your shit
The fuck back with pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun, hotter even holdin' work at the
Days Inn with New York outside
Get up outta there, your ride

Keep your high, shit gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys to
In-tegra, that's right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's me
You're holdin' more than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin' me
So pardon me, the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case,

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
Where you from? Brooklyn out to all
Crown Heights, you don't
Brownsville, you won't stop, nigga,
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where we from? Brooklyn out to all
Bushwick, you stop
Greene, you won't stop, niggaz

Yeah, yeah,
For nine six, the only MC with a
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're to do
a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white heron
Nigga please, like sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on Gone

Me and Gutter had two
The two for five dollar hits, the blue
go, Coolio mean it's gettin' "Too Hot"
If had twins
probably have two-Pac's
Get it?

Time to separate the pros the cons
The from the bronze
butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga,
Brook-Nam, on

Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink
The M.A.F.I.A. canons
In Marc Buchanans usually cuatro cinco
The shell slow, tossin' ya
Mad through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
Flatbush, you don't
Redhook, you won't stop, nigga,
and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? goin' out to all
East New York, you don't
Clinton Hill, you won't stop,
Is Brooklyn in the

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, M.A.F.I.A.
click, Brooklyn's finest
You this
Represetin' BK to the