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lirik lagu brooklyn’s finest – jay-z

okay, i’m reloaded
you motherf-ckers, think you big time?
f-ckin’ with jay-z, you gon’ die, big time
here come the, “pain”

jigga, jigga, bigga, bigga
n-gg-, how you figure, how you figure
yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo

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 -ss betters
and n-gg-z who pump wheels and drive jettas
take that witcha

hit ya, back split ya, f-ck fist fights and lame scuffles
pillow case to your face, make the sh-ll m-ffle
shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
f-ck a tussle, nickel-plated
sprinkle c-ke on the floor, make it drug related
most hate it

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?

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
n-gg-z ’round the way call me igloo stix, who?
motherf-cker

jay-z and biggie smalls
n-gg- sh-t ya drawers
where you from?
brooklyn, goin’ out for all
marcy, that’s right, you don’t stop
bed-stuy, you won’t stop, n-gg-

what, what, what?
jay-z, big’ smalls, n-gg- sh-t 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

and bigga baby
my bed-stuy flow’s malicious, delicious
f-ck 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’

what? keep rockin’
no more, mister nice guy, i twist your sh-t
the f-ck back with them pistols, blazin’
hot like cajun, hotter than even holdin’ work at the
days inn with new york plates outside
get up outta there, f-ck your ride

keep your hands high, sh-t gets steeper here comes
the grim reaper, frank wright, leave the keys to your
in-tegra, that’s right, chill homie, the b-tch in the shoney’s told me
you’re holdin’ more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain’t harmin’ me
so pardon me, p-ss the safe, before i blaze the place
and here’s six shots just in case, brooklyn

jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gg- sh-t ya drawers
where you from? brooklyn goin’ out to all
crown heights, you don’t stop
brownsville, you won’t stop, n-gg-, brooklyn
hah hah, jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gg- sh-t ya drawers
where we from? brooklyn goin’ out to all
bushwick, you don’t stop
fort greene, you won’t stop, n-gg-z

yeah, yeah, yeah
for nine six, the only mc with a flue
yeah i rhyme sick, i be what you’re tryin’ to do
made a fortune off peru, extradite, china white heron
n-gg- please, like short sleeves i bear arms
stay out my way from here on clear? gone

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

time to separate the pros from the cons
the platinum from the bronze
that b-tter soft sh-t from that leather on the fonz
a s1 diamond from a eye cl-ss don
a cham’ dom’ sipper from a rosay n-gg-, huh?
brook-nam, sippin’ on

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 sh-ll sink slow, tossin’ ya
mad slugs through your nautica
i’m warnin’ ya, hah, what the f-ck?

jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gg- sh-t ya drawers
where you from? brooklyn goin’ out to all
flatbush, you don’t stop
redhook, you won’t stop, n-gg-, brooklyn
jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gg- sh-t ya drawers
where you from? brooklyn goin’ out to all
east new york, you don’t stop
clinton hill, you won’t stop, n-gg-
is brooklyn in the house?

roc-a-fella, y’all, junior m.a.f.i.a.
superbad click, brooklyn’s finest
you rewind this
represetin’ bk to the fullest

- jay z

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