[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo 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 niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya
[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 hated
[Jay-Z]
Can't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt 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 the 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, niggas round the way call me Igloo Stick - who? (motherfuckers)
Chorus: Jay-Z
What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya draws
Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall
Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious
Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin
[Jay-Z]
Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy
I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols
Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper
Frank Wright, need the keys to your Integra
(That's right)
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me
Your holding 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
Chorus
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white hero(i)n
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out the way from here on
(Clear) gone
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Nea Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot
If Fey' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs
Get it? Tu-pac's?
[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronz
And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz
The S1 diamond from my eye class don
A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh
Brook Na, 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 though your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
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Review about Brooklyn's Finest anonymous | Reviewer: Anonymous | 9/28/09
2pac fan.
Your grammar is terrible and you obviously have little to no knowledge concerning the feud between Big and Pac. So, please, for the sake of not making America sound like a moron, please attend the 3rd grade and learn that you shouldn't leave your participles dangling.
look all i know is what i hear.
and its pure genius. g.e. nius.
im technically not qualified to speak out on the "supposed" beef between pac ind big. i wasnt there to eye witness da shit.
but neva da less respect the hustle.
the lyrical composition of dis joint is masterful.
you hear dis and you get hyped das da essense of hip hop right there.
word to the fans:
every time you hype issue of tension between pac and big you let the legacy of that arist die.
when you do dat you just allow the next person to have power over the artists respective talents.
if you know what you know jus keep it to ya self
dont force on anyone.
just...respect...the...damn...hustle
you know they diserve it
Jay n big's lyrics are the real definition of rap. fuck you all who aint know this. Pac writes. I woke up in the morning and ask myself
Its life worth living should i blast myself. Its cool anyway but good enough for the comprehension of a little school child. I might not understand every Big's line but they rap me when i get Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me
Did you know? | Reviewer: stright outta Poland | 1/19/09
You gotta know, the last verse was supposed to be "I'm warning Ya, most hated in California", but Hov' said to chill, cause that time he figured like he had no beef with pac. Pac was a sneaky muthafucka. They killed him with their grip here, that's fo' sure.
this is by far the hottest song lyrical done the other people who commented on the song is some dumb bitches the song hot what does the song have 2 do wit the death of pac and big nothin this is a jay z and big song fuck pac rite now why did u put him in ya comments 2 the song big had nothin 2 do wit pacs death and in this song he makes fun of pac sleepin wit faith any way biggie and jay are lyrical genius
Biggie paid for 2Pac's death so he could get rid of him. And guess what...6 month's later he gets shot up. What goes around, comes around. 2Pac lives for 6 days in the hospital, Biggie wasn't able to reach the hospital. How sad is that. Fat fuck.
Fuck JayZ and Biggie Smalls. Look, no disrespect to y'll Big's fans but why did he have to make this record with JayZ when 2pac was already being victimized.
He got shot five times already and Biggie knew before hand the move.
My point here is, he was a friend of 2pac at first and he already did a mistake by letting the nature of a traitor took its cause so he should at least kept his mouth shut for a little while when 2pac was still in a paranoid state instead he joined in with JayZ and disses Pac.
Biggie should at least left it all alone to JayZ to rap that song but instead he joined him also.
If they said 2pac dissed them, i would like to say 2pac have all the rights in the world to diss them.
Let me ask this, what brings you closer to death, five shots or being dissed by someone?
So if Pac disses those people who he knew got involved in the shootout, what's wrong with that?
I don't see anything wrong with that.
and to conclude, fuck the lyrics of this song. i hate to read them.
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