Jay-Z – Brooklyn's Finest Lyrics  Share

From Jay-Z's album: Reasonable Doubt

(feat. Notorious B.I.G.)

[Pain In Da Ass]
[*gunshots*] OKAY, I^,M RELOADED!!!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon^, die, big time!
Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*]

[Jay-Z]
Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo

Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh)
and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha..

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. hit ya, back split ya
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related
Most hate it..

[Jay-Z]
.. can^,t fade it
While y^,all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him
What^,s ya name?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain^,t paid them yet
Tryin to push 700^,s, they ain^,t made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggaz ^,round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?)
Motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all
Marcy - that^,s right - you don^,t stop
Bed-Stuy.. you won^,t stop, nigga!

[Jay-Z]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big^, Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y^,all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I^,m from Marcy, I^,m varsity, chump, you^,re JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. and Bigga baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow^,s malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62^,s, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin
D^,s at my doors knockin

[Jay-Z]
What? Keep rockin
No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit
the fuck back with them pistols, blazin
Hot like cajun
Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn
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with New York plates outside
Get up outta there, fuck your ride

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright
Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That^,s right)
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney^,s told me
You^,re holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain^,t harmin me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place
and here^,s six shots just in case
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Crown Heights...) You don^,t stop
(Brownsville...) You won^,t stop, nigga!
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Bushwick...) You don^,t stop
(Fort Greene...) You won^,t stop, niggaz!

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you^,re tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone!

[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it^,s gettin "Too Hot"
If Fay^, had twins, she^,d probably have two-Pac^,s
Get it? .. Tu-pac^,s

[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham^, Dom^, sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin on

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Cristal forever, play the crib when it^,s mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica, I^,m warnin ya
(Hah, what the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Flatbush...) You don^,t stop
(Redhook...) You won^,t stop, nigga!
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(East New York...) You don^,t stop
(Clinton Hill...) You won^,t stop, nigga!
{*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*}

[Outro]
Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y^,all, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brook-lyn^,s Finest, you re-wind this
Represetin BK to the fullest
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