Brooklyn
Jay-Z Ft. Santogold & Kanye West Lyrics

Okay, I'm reloaded!
I am re-energized and ready to go.

You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Do you really believe that you are of a higher status than me?

Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
If you meddle with me, it's going to lead to your demise.

Here come the 'Pain'
I am about to bring the pain to my enemies.

Jigga (Jigga), Bigga (Bigga)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls.

Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
How could you even imagine that you are on my level?

Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
Notice how we are causing law enforcement to worry.

The number one question is can the feds get us (uh-huh)
The biggest concern is whether or not the government is able to apprehend us.

I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
I have unfinished business stemming from gambling against less-skilled players.

And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
I have a problem with individuals using less impressive modes of transportation.

Take that with ya
Keep that in mind for the future.

Hit ya, back split ya (uh)
I will come back at you and attack you with force.

Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh)
I have no interest in participating in silly physical altercations.

Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo)
I will put a pillowcase over your head to muffle the sound of a gunshot.

Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)
I am willing to harm innocent bystanders.

Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
I don't want to fight, I will just shoot you instead.

Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (haha)
I will plant drugs on you to make it look like you were involved in illegal activity.

Most hated
I am disliked by many.

Can't fade it (uh, what?)
Nobody can surpass me in terms of success.

While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh)
While you are doing something unimportant or meaningless, I am showcasing my wealth and success.

Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh)
You are too afraid to confront me, so you sent someone less-skilled to harm me.

But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
But in reality, I am the one with the firepower.

Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him
I shot him and the ambulance workers' efforts to resuscitate him were insufficient.

"What's ya name?"
Can you please tell me your name?

Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh)
I am connected to organized crime, similar to Frank Sinatra.

Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Individuals from Peru attempted to harm me, and I haven't done anything in retaliation yet.

Tryin' to push 700s, they ain't made them yet
I am trying to acquire a specific type of luxury car that isn't even available yet.

Rolex and bracelets is frostbite rings too
My watch and bracelets are so expensive they could give others frostbite.

Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker)
People in my neighborhood refer to me as 'Igloo.' I am untouchable.

Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
Brooklyn is being represented in this song, and it will make you fold under the pressure.

You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
You are delusional if you think your rapping skills can compete with mine.

I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
I am from Marcy, the best of the best, while you are just second-rate.

My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
My rhyming style from Bedford-Stuyvesant is powerful and appealing.

Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
I don't need luck or wishes, I worked hard to become successful.

From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh)
I used to sell drugs, specifically 62s and Gemstars, and my mom's dishware was also involved.

Gram choppin', police van dockin'
I am cutting up grams of drugs, and the police are coming closer.

Ds at my doors knockin' (what?)
Drug Enforcement officers are knocking on my door.

Keep rockin', yeah
Still, I will continue living my life the way I want it.

No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
I am no longer going to be nice to you, I will mess up your plans.

The fuck back with the pistols blazin'
Get away from me as I fire my gun repeatedly.

Hot like Cajun (uh)
My rhymes are hot and spicy, like Cajun food.

Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn
My rapping skills are even better than making money at a boring job.

With New York plates outside
My car has New York license plates.

Get up out of there, fuck your ride
Leave immediately and abandon your vehicle.

Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh)
If you put your hands up, things will get more difficult for you.

Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White
I am unstoppable, and just like a Grim Reaper or Frank White from the movie King of New York, I will bring you to your end.

Leave the keys to your InnKeeper (that's right)
Give the keys to the person working at the front desk.

Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
Calm down, the woman at Shoney's restaurant informed me of your whereabouts.

You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy
You have a lot of drugs in your possession.

You ain't harmin' me, so pardon me
You are not a danger to me, so I apologize for my behavior.

Pass the safe, before I blaze the place
Give me the safe's contents before I start firing my gun.

And here's six shots just in case
Just to be sure, I will shoot six times.

Is Brooklyn in the house?
Is anyone from Brooklyn here?

Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Referring to the two record labels involved in this song: Roc-A-Fella and Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Supermen clique
A powerful and elite group of people.

Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Listen to this song again, it is the best representation of the finest Brooklyn has to offer.

Representing BK to the fullest
I am fully representing my hometown of Brooklyn in this song.