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[Pain In Da Ass] [*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*][Jay-Z]Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga)Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure)Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyoPeep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh)and niggaz who pump wheels and drive JettasTake that witcha..[Notorious B.I.G.].. hit ya, back split yaFuck fist fights and lame scufflesPillow case to your face, make the shell muffleShoot your daughter in the calf muscleFuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug relatedMost hate it..[Jay-Z].. can't fade itWhile y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts sillyScared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name?[Notorious B.I.G.].. Who shot ya? Mob ties like SinatraPeruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yetTryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yetRolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings tooNiggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?)Motherfucker![Chorus]Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for allMarcy - that's right - you don't stopBed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga![Jay-Z]What, what, what?Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawersBrooklyn represent y'all, hit you foldYou crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV(Jigga) Jay-Z[Notorious B.I.G.].. and Bigga baby!My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, deliciousFuck three wishes, made my road to richesfrom 62's, gem stars, my moms dishesGram choppin, police van dockinD's at my doors knockin[Jay-Z]What? Keep rockinNo more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit the fuck back with them pistols, blazinHot like cajunHotter than even holdin work at the Days Innwith New York plates outsideGet up outta there, fuck your ride[Notorious B.I.G.]Keep your hands high, shit gets steeperHere comes the Grim Reaper, Frank WrightLeave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told meYou're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin meSo pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)[Chorus]Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all(Crown Heights...) You don't stop(Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga!(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all(Bushwick...) You don't stop(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz![Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, yeahFor nine six, the only MC with a fluYeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to doMade a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heronNigga please, like short sleeves I bear armsStay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone![Notoriuos B.I.G.]Me and Gutter had two spotsThe two for five dollar hits, the blue topsGotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot"If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac'sGet it? .. Tu-pac's[Jay-Z]Time to separate the pros from the consThe platinum from the bronzeThat butter soft shit from that leather on the FonzA S1 diamond from a eye class donA Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!Brook-Nam, sippin on [Notorious B.I.G.]Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weatherThe M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc BuchanansUsually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin yaMad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya(Hah, what the fuck?)[Chorus]Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all(Flatbush...) You don't stop(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all(East New York...) You don't stop(Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga!{*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*}[Outro]Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullestmore free lyrics