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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAY-Z
Composer
Andrew Noland
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
DJ Clark Kent
Composer
Greg Webster
Songwriter
Le Roy Roosevelt Bonner
Songwriter
Marshall Jones
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Norman Napier
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrooks
Songwriter
Rodolfo Antonio Franklin
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clark Kent
Producer
Dame Dash
Co-Producer
Joe Quinde
Recording Engineer
Kenny Ortiz
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Okay, I'm reloaded!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the pain!
Jigga, Bigga (Jigga, Bigga)
****, how you figure? (How you figure?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ayo, peep 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 **** who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
[Verse 2]
Hit ya, back split ya (Uh)
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (Uh)
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (Woo)
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (Mmm-hmm)
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (Ha-ha)
Most hated
[Verse 3]
Can't fade it (Uh)
While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (What? Uh-huh)
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (Uh)
But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him
"What's ya name?"
[Verse 4]
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (Uh)
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700s, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, rings too
**** 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who?
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, **** shit your drawers (Motherfucker!)
Where you from? (Brooklyn, goin' out for all)
Marcy (That's right, you don't stop)
Bed-Stuy, **** (You won't stop)
What, what, what?
[Verse 5]
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, **** shit your 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)
[Verse 6]
Biggie, baby (Uh)
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (Uh)
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
D's at my doors knockin' (What?)
[Verse 7]
Keep rockin', yeah
No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with the pistols blazin'
Hot like Cajun (Uh)
Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside
Get up out of there! Fuck the ride!
[Verse 8]
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (Uh)
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White
Leave the keys to your InnKeeper (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
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, **** shit your drawers
Where you from? (Brooklyn goin' out to all)
Crown Heights (You don't stop)
Brownsville, **** (You won't stop)
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn (Ha-ha)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, **** shit your drawers
Where we from? (Brooklyn goin' out to all)
Bushwick (You don't stop)
Fort Greene, **** (You won't stop)
[Verse 9]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For '9-6, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white her-on
**** please, like short sleeves I bear arms (Uh)
Stay out my way from here on, gone (Clear, Uh)
[Verse 10]
Me and Gutter had two spots
The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (Uh-huh)
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' Too Hot
If Fay' have twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (Uh)
Get it? Tu Pacs?
[Verse 11]
Time to separate the pros from the cons (And-uh)
The platinum from the bronze
That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (Uh)
A S1 diamond from a I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé ****, huh?
Brook-Nam, sippin' on
[Verse 12]
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (Uh)
The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans (Uh)
Usually quatro, cinco, the shell sink slow
Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya (Ha, what the fuck?)
[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, **** shit ya drawers
Where you from? (Brooklyn goin' out to all)
Flatbush (You don't stop)
Red Hook, **** (That's right, you won't stop)
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, ****, shit your drawers
Where you from? (Brooklyn goin' out to all)
East New York (You don't stop)
Clinton Hill, **** (You won't stop)
Is Brooklyn in the house?
[Outro]
Uh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest
Written by: Le Roy Roosevolt Bonner, Shawn C Carter, Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Bruce Napier, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce, Christopher Wallace, Greg Webster