Brooklyn's finest pt.2 Jay-Z There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood Or this pop, this hot Or this strong With so many different flows This ones for this song The next one I'll switch up This one will get bit up B.I.G. I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end you can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Jay-Z These fucks Too lazy to make up shit They crazy They don't...paint pictures They just trace me You know what Soon they forget where they plucked They whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I'm like...tough B.I.G. Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht the two weed spots, the two hot glocks HAH, that's how I got the weed spot I shot Dread in the head, took the bread and the land spread Chorus Little Gotti got the shotty to your body so don't resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give emcees the runs dripping; Jay-Z I'm not a biter I'm a writer For myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother Biggin up my borough I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough Plus I know my own flow is foolish So them rings and things you sing about Bring em' out It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth I'm in...New sneakers Deuce seaters Few Diva's what more can I tell you B.I.G When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away everybody hit the D-E-C-K MY slow flows remarkable Peace to Matteo now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening Chorus Jay-Z I don't mean to boast But damn if I don't brag Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass The Martha Stewart That's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student Just had the balls to do it B.I.G. So you better grab your pistol 'cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill and I'm talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it; you got a gun, nigga bust it Jay-Z And no I'm not through with it in fact I'm just previewing it this ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it One, Two and I won't stop abusing it to groupie girls stop false accusing it B.I.G. Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya Big Pop-pa, breaking you off something proper Jay-Z Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here excluding nobody Look what I embody Chorus