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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,

the style and the way the cops sweat us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and drive
that witcha

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

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

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

Jay-Z and Smalls
shit ya drawers
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, that's right, you stop
Bed-Stuy, you stop, nigga

What, what,
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Brooklyn 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 three wishes, my road to riches
62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my doors

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

Keep your hands high, shit steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the to your
In-tegra, right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy, you harmin' me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the
And here's six just in case, Brooklyn

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

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

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

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

Cristal forever, play the crib when mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. canons
In they Marc Buchanans usually cuatro
The sink slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, the fuck?

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
Flatbush, you stop
Redhook, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
East New York, you stop
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
BK to the fullest