Brooklyn's Finest Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay-z

[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*] 

[Jay-Z] 

Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) 

Nigga, 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 ass betters (uh-huh) 

and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas 

Take that witcha. 

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[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 hate it. 

[Jay-Z] 

. 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? 

Photos 

[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 

Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?) 

Motherfucker! 

[Chorus] 

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers 

(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin 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 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 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

. and Bigga baby! 

My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious 

Fuck 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 

[Jay-Z] 

What? Keep rockin 

No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit 

the fuck 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, fuck your ride 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper 

Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright 

Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right) 

Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me 

You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me 

So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place 

and here's six shots just in case 

(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) 

[Chorus] 

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers 

(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin 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 ya drawers 

(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all 

(Bushwick...) You don't stop 

(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz! 

[Jay-Z] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

For nine six, the only MC with a flu 

Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin 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! 

[Notoriuos B.I.G.] 

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 

[Jay-Z] 

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 eye class don 

A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?! 

Brook-Nam, sippin on 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

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 shell sink slow, tossin ya 

Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya 

(Hah, what the fuck?) 

[Chorus] 

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers 

(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all 

(Flatbush...) You don't stop 

(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga! 

(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) 

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers 

(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all 

(East New York...) You don't stop 

(Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga! 

{*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*} 

[Outro] 

Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. 

Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this 

Represetin BK to the fullest