OKAY I'M RELOADED
You mother fuckers
think you big time
fuckin with Jay Z
you gon' die big time
Here come the Pain
Jigga Jigga Bigga Bigga
nxxxa how you figure
Peep the style and
the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is
can the Feds get us
I got vendettas in dice
games against ass betters
and nxxxaz who pump wheels
and drive Jettas
Take that witcha
hit ya back split ya
fick fist fights
and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face
make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter
in the calf muscle
fxxk a tussle nickel plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor
make it drug related
Most hate it
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 mackmilli
Squeezed off on him
left them paramedics
breathin soft on him
What's ya name
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
naz 'round the way call me
Igloo Stix Who Mother fucker
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
nxxxa sxxt ya drawers
Where you from
Brooklyn goin out for all
Marcy that's right
you don't stop
Bed Stuy you won't stop nxxxa
What what what
Jay Z Big' Smalls
na st 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
and Bigga baby
My Bed Stuy flow's
malicious delicious
fk 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
What Keep rockin
No more Mister Nice Guy
I twist your st
the fk 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
fk your ride
Keep your hands high
st 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
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn
goin out to all
Crown Heights You don't stop
Brownsville You won't stop na
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where we from Brooklyn
goin out to all
Bushwick You don't stop
Fort Greene You won't stop naz
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
na please
like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on
CLEAR Gone
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
Time to separate the pros
from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft st from
that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a
Rosay na huh
Brook Nam sippin on
Cristal forever
play the crib when
it's mink weather
The MAFIA keep canons in
they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco
the shell sink slow tossin ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warnin ya
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where you from
Brooklyn goin out to all
Flatbush You don't stop
Redhook You won't stop na
JayZ and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn
goin out to all
East New York You don't stop
Clinton Hill You won't stop na
Is Brooklyn in the house
Roc A Fella y'all
Junior MAFIA
Superbad click
Brooklyn's Fines
you rewind this
Represetin BK to the fullest