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- [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
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