Jay-z ft. Biggie brooklyns finest Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is can the Feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against a__ betters
And n____s who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Hit ya, back split ya, f___ fist fights and layin scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell m___le
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
f___ a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle c__e on the floor, make it drug related, most hate it

[Jay-Z]
Can't fade it, while ya'll pump w____, I run up and stunt 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, let the paramedics breath all 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 put 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit
Rings too, n____s round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?

Chorus: Jay-Z

What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, n____ s___ ya drawers
Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall
Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV

(Jigga) Jay-Z

[Notorious B.I.G.]
n____ baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious
Delicious, f___ three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin

[Jay-Z]
Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy
I twist ya s___ the f___ back with the pistols
Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside, get up outta there, f___ the ride

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep ya hands high, s___ gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper
Frank Wright need the keys to your Integra
(That's right)
Chill homie, the b____ in the Shownies told me
Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy
You ain't harmin me, so pardon me
Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
n____ please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out the way from heron
(Clear) gone

[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Nea Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot
If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac's
Get it, Tupac's

[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronz
And b___er soft s___ from the leather on the Fonz
The S1 diamond from my eye class don
A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay n____, huh
Brook Na, 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

Chorus

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