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Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you 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 is can the feds get us
I got in dice games against ass betters
And niggaz who wheels and drive Jettas
that witcha

Hit ya, back split ya, fist fights and lame scuffles
case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your in the calf muscle
a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it related
Most it

Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in silly
Scared, so you your little mans 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 ties like
tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they ain't made yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, too
Niggaz 'round the way me Igloo Stix, who?

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

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

And baby
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious,
Fuck wishes, made my road to riches
62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin', van dockin'
D's at my doors

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cristal forever, play the when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. canons
In they Buchanans usually cuatro cinco
The shell slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through Nautica
I'm ya, hah, what the fuck?

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

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