paroles de chanson Brooklyn's Finest - Jay-Z
[Pain
In
Da
Ass]
[*gunshots*]
OKAY,
I'M
RELOADED!
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
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
betters
(uh-huh)
and
niggaz
who
pump
wheels
and
drive
Jettas
Take
that
witcha.
[Notorious
B.I.G.]
. hit
ya,
back
split
ya
Fuck
fist
fights
and
lame
scuffles
Pillow
case
to
your
face,
make
the
shell
muffle
Shoot
your
daughter
in
the
calf
muscle
Fuck
a
tussle,
nickel-plated
Sprinkle
coke
on
the
floor,
make
it
drug
related
Most
hate
it.
[Jay-Z]
. can't
fade
it
While
y'all
pump
Willie,
I
run
up
in
stunts
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,
left
them
paramedics
breathin
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
push
700's,
they
ain't
made
them
yet
Rolex
and
bracelets
is
frostbit;
rings
too
Niggaz
'round
the
way
call
me
Igloo
Stix
(Who?)
Motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Jay-Z
and
Biggie
Smalls,
nigga
shit
ya
drawers
(Where
you
from?)
Brooklyn,
goin
out
for
all
Marcy
- that's
right
- you
don't
stop
Bed-Stuy.
you
won't
stop,
nigga!
[Jay-Z]
What,
what,
what?
Jay-Z,
Big'
Smalls,
nigga
shit
ya
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
[Notorious
B.I.G.]
. and
Bigga
baby!
My
Bed-Stuy
flow's
malicious,
delicious
Fuck
three
wishes,
made
my
road
to
riches
from
62's,
gem
stars,
my
moms
dishes
Gram
choppin,
police
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
pistols,
blazin
Hot
like
cajun
Hotter
than
even
holdin
work
at
the
Days
Inn
with
New
York
plates
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
Leave
the
keys
to
your
In-tegra
(That's
right)
Chill
homie,
the
bitch
in
the
Shoney's
told
me
You're
holdin
more
drugs
than
a
pharmacy,
you
ain't
harmin
me
So
pardon
me,
pass
the
safe,
before
I
blaze
the
place
and
here's
six
shots
just
in
case
(Brooklyn...
Brooklyn...
Brooklyn...)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z
and
Biggie
Smalls,
nigga
shit
ya
drawers
(Where
you
from?)
Brooklyn
goin
out
to
all
(Crown
Heights...)
You
don't
stop
(Brownsville...)
You
won't
stop,
nigga!
(Brooklyn...
Brooklyn...
Brooklyn...)
Hah
hah!
Jay-Z
and
Biggie
Smalls,
nigga
shit
ya
drawers
(Where
we
from?)
Brooklyn
goin
out
to
all
(Bushwick...)
You
don't
stop
(Fort
Greene...)
You
won't
stop,
niggaz!
[Jay-Z]
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
For
nine
six,
the
only
MC
with
a
flu
Yeah
I
rhyme
sick,
I
be
what
you're
tryin
to
do
Made
a
fortune
off
Peru,
extradite,
china
white
heron
Nigga
please,
like
short
sleeves
I
bear
arms
Stay
out
my
way
from
here
on
(CLEAR?)
Gone!
[Notoriuos
B.I.G.]
Me
and
Gutter
had
two
spots
The
two
for
five
dollar
hits,
the
blue
tops
Gotta
go,
Coolio
mean
it's
gettin
"Too
Hot"
If
Fay'
had
twins,
she'd
probably
have
two-Pac's
Get
it?
. Tu-pac's
[Jay-Z]
Time
to
separate
the
pros
from
the
cons
The
platinum
from
the
bronze
That
butter
soft
shit
from
that
leather
on
the
Fonz
A
S1
diamond
from
a
eye
class
don
A
Cham'
Dom'
sipper
from
a
Rosay
nigga,
huh?!
Brook-Nam,
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
(Hah,
what
the
fuck?)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z
and
Biggie
Smalls,
nigga
shit
ya
drawers
(Where
you
from?)
Brooklyn
goin
out
to
all
(Flatbush...)
You
don't
stop
(Redhook...)
You
won't
stop,
nigga!
(Brooklyn...
Brooklyn...
Brooklyn...)
Jay-Z
and
Biggie
Smalls,
nigga
shit
ya
drawers
(Where
you
from?)
Brooklyn
goin
out
to
all
(East
New
York...)
You
don't
stop
(Clinton
Hill...)
You
won't
stop,
nigga!
{*"Is
Brooklyn
in
the
house?"*}
[Outro]
Uhh,
Roc-A-Fella,
y'all,
Junior
M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad
click,
Brook-lyn's
Finest,
you
re-wind
this
Represetin
BK
to
the
fullest
1 Ain't No Nigga
2 Can I Live
3 22 Two's
4 D'Evils
5 Feelin' It
6 Feelin' It
7 Brooklyn's Finest
8 Brooklyn’s Finest
9 Brooklyn's Finest
10 Can't Knock the Hustle
11 Ain't No Nigga - Original Mix
12 Friend or Foe
13 Coming Of Age
14 Can I Live II
15 Can I Live II
16 Can I Live II
17 Can't Knock The Hustle (Fool's Paradise Remix)
18 Regrets
19 Cashmere Thoughts
20 Coming Of Age
21 Coming of Age
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