Jay-Z - Brooklyn's Finest Lyrics
[jay-z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat usThe number one question is can the feds get usI got vendettas in dice games against ass bettersAnd niggas who pump wheels and drive jettas, take that with ya[notorious b.i.g.]Hit ya, back split ya, ***** fist fights and layin scufflesPillow case to your face, make the shell muffleShoot your daughter in the calf muscle***** a tussle, nickel-platedSprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hate it[jay-z]Cant fade it, while yall pump willy, I run up and stunt sillyScared, so you sent your little mans to come kill meBut on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milliSqueezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on himWhats ya name?[notorious b.i.g.]Who shot ya? mob ties like sinatraPeruvians tried to do me in, I aint paid them yetTryin to put 700s, they aint made them yetRolex and bracelets is frostbitRings too, niggas round the way call me igloo, stick who?Chorus: jay-zWhat, what, what, jay-z, big smalls, nigga shit ya drawersBrooklyn represent yall hit, ya fallYa crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play meIm from marcy, Im varsity, chump, your jv(jigga) jay-z[notorious b.i.g.]Nigga baby, my bed-stuy flows maliciousDelicious, ***** three wishes, made my road to richesFrom 62 gem stars, my moms dishesGram choppin, police van dockin, ds at me doors knockin[jay-z]Keep rockin, no more mista nice guyI twist ya shit the ***** back with the pistolsBlazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the days innWith new york plates outside, get up outta there, ***** the ride[notorious b.i.g.]Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeperHere comes the grim reaperFrank wright need the keys to your integra(thats right)Chill homie, the ***** in the shownies told meYour holding more drugs than a pharmacyYou aint harmin me, so pardon mePass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in caseChorus[jay-z]Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only mc with a fluYeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to doMade a fortune off peru, extradite, china white heronNigga please, like short sleeves I bear armsStay out the way from heron(clear) gone[notoriuos b.i.g.]Nea gutter had two spotsThe two for five dollar hits, the blue topsGotta go, coolio mean its gettin too hotIf faith had twins, shed probably have two pacsGet it, tupacs[jay-z]Time to separate the pros from the consThe platinum from the bronzAnd butter soft shit from the leather on the fonzThe s1 diamond from my eye class donA chan don sipper from a rosay nigga, huhBrook na, sippin on[notorious b.i.g.]Cristal forever, play the crib when its mink weatherThe m.a.f.i.a. keep canons in they marc buchanansUsually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin yaMad slugs through your nautica, Im warnin yaChorus
