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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 vendettas in dice games ass betters
And who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take witcha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep your hands high, shit steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Wright, leave the keys to your
In-tegra, right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told 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 shots just in case,

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

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

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

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

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

Jay-Z and 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 won't stop,
Is in the house?

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