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

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

Peep the style and the way the cops us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against ass
And niggaz who wheels and drive Jettas
Take witcha

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

Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts
Scared, so you sent your little to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the
Squeezed off on him, left paramedics
Breathin' on him
What's ya

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

Jay-Z and Biggie
Nigga shit ya
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, right, you don't stop
Bed-Stuy, you won't stop,

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

And Bigga
My Bed-Stuy malicious, delicious
Fuck wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my dishes
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my doors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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