Brooklyn's Finest Pt. 2 (feat. Jay-Z)

Brooklyn's finest pt.2

Jay-Z

There's never been a nigga this good for this long

This hood

Or this pop, this hot

Or this strong

With so many different flows

This ones for this song

The next one I'll switch up

This one will get bit up

B.I.G.

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's

Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end

you can't touch my riches

Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches

Jay-Z

These fucks

Too lazy to make up shit

They crazy

They don't...paint pictures

They just trace me

You know what

Soon they forget where they plucked

They whole style from

And try to reverse the outcome

I'm like...tough

B.I.G.

Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

the two weed spots, the two hot glocks

HAH, that's how I got the weed spot

I shot Dread in the head, took the bread and the land spread

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Little Gotti got the shotty to your body

so don't resist, or you might miss Christmas

I tote guns, I make number runs

I give emcees the runs dripping;

Jay-Z

I'm not a biter

I'm a writer

For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother

Biggin up my borough

I'm big enough to do it

I'm that thorough

Plus I know my own flow is foolish

So them rings and things you sing about

Bring em' out

It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth

I'm in...New sneakers

Deuce seaters

Few Diva's

what more can I tell you

B.I.G

When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away

everybody hit the D-E-C-K

MY slow flows remarkable

Peace to Matteo

now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo

That's crazy blunts, mad L's

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon

I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening

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Jay-Z

I don't mean to boast

But damn if I don't brag

Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass

The Martha Stewart

That's far from Jewish

Far from a Harvard student

Just had the balls to do it

B.I.G.

So you better grab your pistol

'cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill

and I'm talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it?

Sadat said fuck it; you got a gun, nigga bust it

Jay-Z

And no I'm not through with it

in fact I'm just previewing it

this ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it

One, Two and I won't stop abusing it

to groupie girls stop false accusing it

B.I.G.

Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya

Big Pop-pa, breaking you off something proper

Jay-Z

Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here

excluding nobody

Look what I embody

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