What? Keep rockin'
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
In-tegra, that's right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys to your
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper here comes
Fort Greene, you won't stop, niggaz
Hot like cajun, hotter than even holdin' work at the
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the fuck?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Take that witcha
Get it? Tu-pac's
Clinton Hill, you won't stop, nigga
Marcy, that's right, you don't stop
Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
The platinum from the bronze
Where we from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
The shell sink slow, tossin' ya
From 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin' to do
Flatbush, you don't stop
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
Nigga shit ya drawers
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
And here's six shots just in case, Brooklyn
Here come the, "Pain"
Mad slugs through your Nautica
Me and Gutter had two spots
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix, who?
Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white heron
Brook-Nam, sippin' on
Brooklyn, goin' out for all
She'd probably have two-Pac's
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin' me
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons
East New York, you don't stop
Jigga, Jay-Z
You rewind this
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
For nine six, the only MC with a flue
Redhook, you won't stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Bushwick, you don't stop
In they Marc Buchanans usually cuatro cinco
Most hate it
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' "Too Hot"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo
Get up outta there, fuck your ride
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Nigga, how you figure, how you figure
Motherfucker
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place
Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Bed-Stuy, you won't stop, nigga
Time to separate the pros from the cons
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
Brownsville, you won't stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Superbad click, Brooklyn's finest
Where you from?
Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
If Fay' had twins
Days Inn with New York plates outside
What's ya name?
What, what, what?
The number one question is can the feds get us
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Stay out my way from here on clear? Gone
And niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Jigga, jigga, bigga, bigga
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
Crown Heights, you don't stop
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, rings too
Tryin' to push 700's, they ain't made them yet
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters
Breathin' soft on him
The fuck back with them pistols, blazin'
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
And Bigga baby
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
No more, Mister Nice Guy, I twist your shit
D's at my doors knockin'
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
