Brooklyn's Finest - Jay-Z

[Jay Z] 
Yeah yeah yeah Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us 
The number one question is can the Feds get us 
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters 
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas take that with ya 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Hit ya back split ya fuck fist fights and layin 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 ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt 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, let the paramedics breath all 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 put 700's, they ain't made them yet 
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit 
Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who? 

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What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers 
Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall 
Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me 
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV 

(Jigga) Jay-Z 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious 
Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches 
From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes 
Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin 

[Jay-Z] 
Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy 
I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols 
Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn 
With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper 
Here comes the Grim Reaper 
Frank Wright need the keys to your Integra 
(That's right) 
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me 
Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy 
You ain't harmin me, so pardon me 
Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case 

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[Jay-Z] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu 
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do 
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron 
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms 
Stay out the way from heron 
(Clear) gone 

[Notoriuos B.I.G.] 
Nea Gutter had two spots 
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops 
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot 
If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac's 
Get it, Tupac's 

[Jay-Z] 
Time to separate the pros from the cons 
The platinum from the bronz 
And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz 
The S1 diamond from my eye class don 
A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh 
Brook Na, 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 

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