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"Brooklyn's Finest"

[Produced by Clark Kent]

[Intro: Pain In Da Ass & 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 ass 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 shell muffle (woo)
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)
f*ck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke 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 kill me (uh)
But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathing 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?

[Chorus: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n*gga sh*t 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*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 chopping, police van docking
Ds at my doors knocking (what?)

[Verse 7: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G, Both]
Keep rocking, 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 holding 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 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...")

[Chorus: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n*gga sh*t your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going 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 going 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, 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 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 getting 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 butter-soft sh*t from that leather on the Fonz (uh)
A S1 diamond from a I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé n*gga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sipping 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 shell sink slow
Tossing ya, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warning ya (Hah, what the f*ck?)

[Chorus: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, n*gga sh*t ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going 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 click
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest

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