Damon Dash - Brooklyn's Finest lyrics

[Produced by Clark Kent] [Intro] Okay, I'm reloaded!!! You motherf**ers, think you big time? f**in with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [Jay-Z] Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) n***a, how you figure... (how you figure) Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo 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 a** bettors (uh-huh) And n***as who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that with ya [Notorious B.I.G.] .. hit ya, back split ya f** fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle f** 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 k** me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-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 n***as 'round the way call me Igloo - Stick who? Motherf**er! [Hook: Clark Kent] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn, going out for all Marcy - that's right - you don't stop Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, n***a! [Jay-Z] What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, n***a sh** 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.] .. and Bigga baby! My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious f** 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] What? Keep rocking No more mister nice guy, I twist your sh** The f** 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 - f** your ride [Notorious B.I.G.] Keep your hands high, sh** gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper (Frank White) Leave the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right) Chill homie, the b**h in the Shoney's told me You're holding more d** than a pharmacy You ain't harming me, so pardon me Pa** 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, n***a sh** your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all (Crown Heights...) You don't stop (Brownsville...) You won't stop, n***a! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** your drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn going out to all (Bushwick...) You don't stop (Fort Greene...) You won't stop, n***as! [Jay-Z] 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 n***a 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] Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That bu*ter soft sh** from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a I cla** don A Chandon sipper from a Rosé n***a, 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 f**?) [Hook: Clark Kent] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all (Flatbush...) You don't stop (Redhook...) You won't stop, n***a! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n***a sh** your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (East New York...) You don't stop (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, n***a! {"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