Brooklyn
Jay-Z feat. The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Take note of how the police track and harass us

The number one question is can the Feds get us
We're always wondering if the Feds can catch us

I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters
I have grudges in dice games against inferior gamblers

And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas take that with ya
And those who boast about their Volkswagen Jettas should leave

Hit ya back split ya fuck fist fights and layin scuffles
Strike you back, attack and leave you fighting and wrestling

Pillow case to your face make the shell muffle
Muffle the sound of your gunshots with a pillowcase over your head

Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Shoot your daughter in the lower leg muscle

Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Forget a fight, use a gun with nickel plating

Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hate it
Sprinkle cocaine on the ground to make it seem like a drug-related crime, but most don't approve

Can't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt silly
I'm unstoppable, while you're showing off and I do foolish antics

Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
You're afraid, so you sent your underlings to try and kill me

But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
But in reality, I have a Mac-10 machine gun

Squeezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on him
Shot at him, let the paramedics revive him gently

What's ya name?
What's your name?

Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Who shot you? My connections are like Frank Sinatra's mob friends

Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Peruvian gangsters tried to kill me, but I haven't paid them off

Tryin to put 700's, they ain't made them yet
They're trying to put 700 car rims on a car that doesn't have them yet

Rolex and bracelets is frostbit
My Rolex watch and bracelets are covered in frost

Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?
My rings are frosty too, my neighbors call me Igloo, who wants a fight?

What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
What is it, Jay-Z and Big Smalls, scaring you so much that you wet your pants?

Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall
We represent Brooklyn, hit us and you'll fall

Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me
You're insane if you think a few rhymes can beat me

I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV
I'm from Marcy and I'm a varsity player, you're a chump on the junior varsity team

Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious
I'm a dangerous guy and my flow from Bedford-Stuyvesant is too

Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
My journey to wealth didn't require any magic or wishes, it was delicious

From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes
From selling drugs and hiding guns in my mother's dishes

Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin
I'm chopping drugs, parking a police van, and dealing with cops knocking on my doors

Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy
Keep going, I'm done being Mr. Nice Guy

I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols
I'll use my guns to put you in your place

Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn
I'm blazing hot like spicy Cajun food, and hotter than leaving drugs at a Days Inn hotel

With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride
If you see a car with New York license plates outside, leave without caring about the vehicle

Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper
Put your hands up, the situation is getting more challenging

Here comes the Grim Reaper
Death is approaching

Frank Wright need the keys to your Integra (That's right)
Frank Wright needs to borrow the keys to your Acura Integra (that's true)

Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me
Relax, the woman in the brownstone apartment building told me

Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy
You're holding more drugs than a drugstore

You ain't harmin me, so pardon me
You're not causing me any harm, so excuse me

Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case
Give me the safe before I shoot the place up and fire six additional shots for safety

Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu
In 1996, I was the only rapper with this unique flow

Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do
Yes, my rhymes are sick, and you're trying to imitate me

Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
I made a lot of money off Peruvian cocaine and white heroin, which is also called 'china white'

Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Don't believe me? I bear arms like wearing short sleeves

Stay out the way from heron (Clear) gone
Stay away from heroin, it's too dangerous

Nea Gutter had two spots
Nia Gutter had two places to sell drugs

The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
They were selling drugs for $5, and the packaging was blue

Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot
I have to leave, it's getting too dangerous

If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac's
If Faith Evans had twins, they could remind her of Tupac

Time to separate the pros from the cons
It's time to distinguish the experts from the amateurs

The platinum from the bronz
The valuable platinum from the less valuable bronze

And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz
And the weak stuff from the strong stuff, like the leather on the Fonz's jacket

The S1 diamond from my eye class don
The diamond in my eye is the best quality as a don

A Chan Don sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh
I enjoy drinking champagne from a bamboo cup, while you prefer Rosé

Brook Na, sippin on
I'm from Brooklyn, and I'm sipping on something

Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
I always drink Cristal Champagne and stay indoors in cold weather with my mink coat

The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
The Mafia keeps guns in their expensive Marc Buchanan jackets

Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya
Usually, my gun is a .45 caliber, with bullets that sink into you slowly

Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
I'll shoot you through your Nautica clothing, and I'm warning you