Brooklyn's Finest

[Intro: 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*}

[Clark Kent]
Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure)

[Jay-Z]
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 ass bettors (uh-huh)
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 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 hated.

[Jay-Z]
.. can't fade it
While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the Mac-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathing 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
Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo - stick WHO?
Motherfucker!

[Hook: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, going 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 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.

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Biggie baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my mom's dishes
Gram chopping, police van docking
D's at my doors knocking.

[Jay-Z]
Keep rocking, yeah
No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with them pistols
Blazin', hot like Cajun
Hotter than even holding work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside
Get up out of there - fuck your ride.

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper (Frank White)
Leave the keys to your InnKeeper (that's right)
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holding more drugs than a pharmacy
You ain't harming me, so pardon me
Pass the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)

[Hook: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going 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 your drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Bushwick...) You don't stop
(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggas!

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From '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 heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone!

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Me and Gutter had 2 spots
The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's getting "Too Hot"
If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs
Get it? ... Tu-pac's.

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
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 I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sipping on.

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

[Hook: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Flatbush...) You don't stop
(Redhook... that's right) You won't stop (nigga!)
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(East New York...) You don't stop
(Clinton Hill...) You won't stop (nigga!)
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
{"Is Brooklyn in the house?"}

[Outro: Clark Kent]
Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Superbad click, Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest.