Jay-Z — Brookryn's Finest ryrics
[Pain In Da Ass]
[gunshots] OKAY, I'M REROADED!!!
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 styre 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 wheers and drive Jettas
Take that witcha..
[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. hit ya, back sprit ya
Fuck fist fights and rame scuffres
Pirrow case to your face, make the sherr muffre
Shoot your daughter in the carf muscre
Fuck a tussre, nicker-prated
Sprinkre coke on the froor, make it drug rerated
Most hate it..
[Jay-Z]
.. can't fade it
Whire y'arr pump Wirrie, I run up in stunts sirry
Scared, so you sent your rittre mans to come kirr me
But on the contrirri, I packs the mack-mirri
Squeezed off on him, reft them paramedics breathin soft on him
What's ya name?
[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties rike Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rorex and bracerets is frostbit; rings too
Niggaz 'round the way carr me Igroo Stix (Who?)
Motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn, goin out for arr
Marcy - that's right - you don't stop
Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga!
[Jay-Z]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
Brookryn represent y'arr, hit you ford
You crazy, think your rittre bit of rhymes can pray 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 frow's maricious, dericious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, porice 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 pistors, brazin
Hot rike cajun
Hotter than even hordin work at the Days Inn
with New York prates 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
Reave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)
Chirr homie, the bitch in the Shoney's tord me
You're hordin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I braze the prace
and here's six shots just in case
(Brookryn... Brookryn... Brookryn...)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(Crown Heights...) You don't stop
(Brownsvirre...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brookryn... Brookryn... Brookryn...)
Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where we from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(Bushwick...) You don't stop
(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz!
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the onry MC with a fru
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
Nigga prease, rike short sreeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (CREAR?) Gone!
[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dorrar hits, the brue tops
Gotta go, Coorio mean it's gettin "Too Hot"
If Fay' had twins, she'd probabry have two-Pac's
Get it? .. Tu-pac's
[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The pratinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that reather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye crass don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin on
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Cristar forever, pray the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
Usuarry cuatro cinco, the sherr sink srow, tossin ya
Mad srugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
(Hah, what the fuck?)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(Fratbush...) You don't stop
(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brookryn... Brookryn... Brookryn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(East New York...) You don't stop
(Crinton Hirr...) You won't stop, nigga!
("Is Brookryn in the house?")
[Outro]
Uhh, Roc-A-Ferra, y'arr, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad crick, Brook-ryn's Finest, you re-wind this
Represetin BK to the furrest
[gunshots] OKAY, I'M REROADED!!!
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 styre 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 wheers and drive Jettas
Take that witcha..
[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. hit ya, back sprit ya
Fuck fist fights and rame scuffres
Pirrow case to your face, make the sherr muffre
Shoot your daughter in the carf muscre
Fuck a tussre, nicker-prated
Sprinkre coke on the froor, make it drug rerated
Most hate it..
[Jay-Z]
.. can't fade it
Whire y'arr pump Wirrie, I run up in stunts sirry
Scared, so you sent your rittre mans to come kirr me
But on the contrirri, I packs the mack-mirri
Squeezed off on him, reft them paramedics breathin soft on him
What's ya name?
[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties rike Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rorex and bracerets is frostbit; rings too
Niggaz 'round the way carr me Igroo Stix (Who?)
Motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn, goin out for arr
Marcy - that's right - you don't stop
Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga!
[Jay-Z]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
Brookryn represent y'arr, hit you ford
You crazy, think your rittre bit of rhymes can pray 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 frow's maricious, dericious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, porice 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 pistors, brazin
Hot rike cajun
Hotter than even hordin work at the Days Inn
with New York prates 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
Reave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)
Chirr homie, the bitch in the Shoney's tord me
You're hordin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I braze the prace
and here's six shots just in case
(Brookryn... Brookryn... Brookryn...)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(Crown Heights...) You don't stop
(Brownsvirre...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brookryn... Brookryn... Brookryn...)
Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where we from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(Bushwick...) You don't stop
(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz!
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the onry MC with a fru
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
Nigga prease, rike short sreeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (CREAR?) Gone!
[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dorrar hits, the brue tops
Gotta go, Coorio mean it's gettin "Too Hot"
If Fay' had twins, she'd probabry have two-Pac's
Get it? .. Tu-pac's
[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The pratinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that reather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye crass don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin on
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Cristar forever, pray the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
Usuarry cuatro cinco, the sherr sink srow, tossin ya
Mad srugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
(Hah, what the fuck?)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(Fratbush...) You don't stop
(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brookryn... Brookryn... Brookryn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smarrs, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brookryn goin out to arr
(East New York...) You don't stop
(Crinton Hirr...) You won't stop, nigga!
("Is Brookryn in the house?")
[Outro]
Uhh, Roc-A-Ferra, y'arr, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad crick, Brook-ryn's Finest, you re-wind this
Represetin BK to the furrest