Jay-Z – Brooklyn’s Finest ft. The Notorious B.I.G.

Download clean Vinyl lp CD mp3 audio song by Jay Z ft. The Notorious B.I.G. and this music is titled “Brooklyn’s Finest”.

Actually this wonderful tune is popped out of an album which is titled “Reasonable Doubt” Which is released in the year 1996.

 

Listen up below with full lyrics.

 

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Okay, I’m reloaded!

You motherfuckers, think you big time?

Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon’ die, big time!

Here come the “Pain”

Jigga (Jigga), Bigga (Bigga)

Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)

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

Hit ya, back split ya (uh)

Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh)

Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo)

Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)

Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated

Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (haha)

Most hated

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 kill 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?”

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 frostbite rings too

Niggas ’round the way call me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker)

Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers

(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin’ out for all

(Marcy) That’s right, you don’t stop

(Bed-stuy) You won’t stop (nigga)

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

Biggie baby! (Uh)

My Bed-Stuy flow’s malicious, delicious

Fuck 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?)

Keep rockin’, yeah

No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit

The fuck 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, fuck your ride

Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh)

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 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)

Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers

(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin’ out to all

(Crown Heights) You don’t stop

(Brownsville) You won’t stop (nigga)

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

(Ha ha) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers

(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin’ out to all

(Bushwick) You don’t stop

(Fort Greene) You won’t stop (niggas)

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 heroin

Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms (um)

Stay out my way from here on (clear?) Gone! (uh)

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? Tupac’s? (hh, uhh, uhh)

Time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh)

The platinum from the bronze

That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh)

A S1 diamond from a I class don

A Chandon sipper from a Rose nigga, huh

Brook-nam, sippin’ on

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 shell sink slow

Tossin’ ya, mad slugs through your Nautica

I’m warnin’ ya (ha, what the fuck?)

Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers

(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin’ out to all

(Flatbush) You don’t stop

(Red Hook) 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 (ohwee)

(East New York) You don’t stop

(Clinton Hill) You won’t stop (nigga)

Is Brooklyn in the house?

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

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

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