• Letra Brooklyn’s Finest de Jay-Z Ranking:
  • [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 layin 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 hate it

    [jay-z]
    Cant fade it, while yall 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, let the paramedics breath all soft on him
    Whats ya name?

    [notorious b.i.g.]
    Who shot ya? mob ties like sinatra
    Peruvians tried to do me in, I aint paid them yet
    Tryin to put 700s, they aint made them yet
    Rolex and bracelets is frostbit
    Rings too, niggas round the way call me igloo, stick who?

    Chorus: jay-z

    What, what, what, jay-z, big smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
    Brooklyn represent yall hit, ya fall
    Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me
    Im from marcy, Im varsity, chump, your jv

    (jigga) jay-z

    [notorious b.i.g.]
    Nigga baby, my bed-stuy flows malicious
    Delicious, fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
    From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes
    Gram choppin, police van dockin, ds 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
    (thats right)
    Chill homie, the bitch in the shownies told me
    Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy
    You aint harmin me, so pardon me
    Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit 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 heron
    Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
    Stay out the way from heron
    (clear) gone

    [notoriuos b.i.g.]
    Nea gutter had two spots
    The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
    Gotta go, coolio mean its gettin too hot
    If faith had twins, shed probably have two pacs
    Get it, tupacs

    [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 its 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 through your nautica, Im warnin ya

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