Testo Brooklyns Finest – Jay-Z

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Testo della canzone Brooklyns Finest di Jay-Z
Album: Unknown
[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]
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, let the paramedics breath all 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 put 700’s, they ain’t 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 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,

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