a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jay-z – brooklyn’s finest lyrics

[produced by clark kent]

[intro: pain in da -ss & clark kent]
-gunshots- 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”! -gunshots-
jigga… (jigga), bigga… (bigga)
n-gga, how you figure… (how you figure)

[verse 1: jay-z, the notorious b.i.g, both]
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayo, 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 -ss bettors (uh-huh)
and n-ggas who pump wheels and drive jettas
take that with ya

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g. & jay-z]
hit ya, back split ya (uh)
f-ck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh)
pillow case to your face, make the sh-ll m-ffle (woo)
shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)
f-ck a tussle, nickel-plated
sprinkle c0ke on the floor, make it drug-related (haha)
most hated

[verse 3: jay-z, the notorious b.i.g]
can’t fade it (uh, what?)
while y’all pump willie, i run up and stunt silly (uh-huh)
scared, so you sent your little mans to come k!ll me (uh)
but on the con-trilli, i packs the mac-milli
squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin’ soft on him
“what’s ya name?”

[verse 4: the notorious b.i.g.]
who shot ya? mob ties like sinatra (uh)
peruvians tried to do me in, i ain’t paid them yet
tryin’ to push 700s, they ain’t made them yet
rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
n-ggas ’round the way call me igloo, stick who?
motherf-cker!

[chorus: clark kent]
jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gga sh-t your drawers
(where you from?) brooklyn, goin’ out for all
(marcy…) that’s right, you don’t stop
(bed-stuy…) you won’t stop (n-gga!)

[verse 5: jay-z, the notorious b.i.g]
what, what, what?
jay-z, big’ smalls, n-gga sh-t your 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

[verse 6: the notorious b.i.g.]
biggie baby! (uh!)
my bed-stuy flow’s malicious, delicious
f-ck three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62s, gemstars, my mom’s dishes (uh)
gram choppin’, police van dockin’
ds at my doors knockin’ (what?)

[verse 7: jay-z, the notorious b.i.g, both]
keep rockin’, yeah
no more mister nice guy, i twist your sh-t
the f-ck back with the pistols blazin’
hot like cajun (uh)
hotter than even holdin’ work at the days inn
with new york plates outside
get up out of there! f-ck the ride!

[verse 8: the notorious b.i.g., jay-z]
keep your hands high, sh-t gets steeper (uh!)
here comes the grim reaper, frank white!
leave the keys to your innkeeper (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… brooklyn… brooklyn…”)

[chorus: clark kent]
jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gga sh-t your drawers
(where you from?) brooklyn goin’ out to all
(crown heights…) you don’t stop
(brownsville…) you won’t stop (n-gga!)
(“brooklyn… brooklyn… brooklyn…”)
(hah hah!) jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gga sh-t your drawers
(where we from?) brooklyn goin’ out to all
(bushwick…) you don’t stop
(fort greene…) you won’t stop (n-ggas!)

[verse 9: jay-z, the notorious b.i.g]
yeah, yeah, yeah
for ‘9-6, the only mc with a flu
yeah i rhyme sick, i be what you’re trying to do
made a fortune off peru, extradite, china white her-on
n-gga please, like short sleeves i bear arms (um!)
stay out my way from here on (clear?) gone! (uh!)

[verse 10: the notorious b.i.g. & both]
me and gutter had two spots
the 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh)
gotta go, coolio mean it’s gettin’ too hot
if fay’ had twins, she’d probably have two pacs (uh!)
get it? tu… pac’s?

[verse 11: jay-z, the notorious b.i.g., & both]
uhh, uhh, uhh
time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh)
the platinum from the bronze
that b-tter-soft sh-t from that leather on the fonz (uh)
a s1 diamond from a i cl-ss don
a chandon sipper from a rosé n-gga, huh?!
brook-nam, sippin’ on

[verse 12: the notorious b.i.g., jay-z]
cristal forever, play the crib when it’s mink weather (uh!)
the m.a.f.i.a. keep cannons in they marc buchanans (uh!)
usually cuatro cinco, the sh-ll sink slow
tossin’ ya, mad slugs through your nautica
i’m warnin’ ya (hah, what the f-ck?)

[chorus: clark kent]
jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gga sh-t ya drawers
(where you from?) brooklyn goin’ out to all
(flatbush…) you don’t stop
(red hook…) that’s right, you won’t stop (n-gga!)
(brooklyn… brooklyn… brooklyn…)
jay-z and biggie smalls, n-gga sh-t your drawers
(where you from?) brooklyn goin’ out to all
(east new york…) you don’t stop (woo-ee!)
(clinton hill…) you won’t stop (n-gga!)
(“brooklyn… brooklyn… brooklyn… brooklyn…”)
“is brooklyn in the house?”

[outro: clark kent]
uhh, roc-a-fella y’all, junior m.a.f.i.a
supermen clique
brooklyn’s finest, you re-wind this
representing bk to the fullest

- jay z lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS