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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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
Chorus