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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 as* betters
And who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya
Notorious B.I.G.
Hit ya, back split ya, fk fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muf*le
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
fk a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hated
Jay-Z
Can't fade it, while ya'll pump w*lly, 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, left the paramedics breathin 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, round the way call me Igloo Stick - who? (motherfkers)
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What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigg* s**t 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.
nigg* baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious
Delicious, fck 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 s**t the fk 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, fk the ride
Notorious B.I.G.
Keep ya hands high, s**t gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper
Frank Wright, need the keys to your Integra
(That's right)
Chill homie, the b*tch in the Shownies told me
Your holding 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
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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 hero(i)n
nigg* please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out the way from hereon
(Clear) gone
Notorious B.I.G.
Nea Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot
If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs
Get it? Tu-pac's?
Jay-Z
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronz
And butter soft s**t from the leather on the Fonz
The S1 diamond from my eye class don
A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigg*, huh
Brook Na, sippin on
Notorious B.I.G.
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's 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 doing Erotica, I'm warnin ya
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