Okay  I'm reloaded
You motherfuckers  think you big time
Fuckin' with Jay-Z  you gon' die  big time
Here come the  "Pain"

Jigga  jigga  bigga  bigga
Nigga  how you figure  how you figure
Yeah  yeah  yeah  aiyyo
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 niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha
Hit ya  back split ya  fuck fist fights and lame 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
Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie  I run up in stunts 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 them paramedics
Breathin' soft on him
What's ya name
Who shot ya  Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in  I ain't paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's  they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit  rings too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix  who
Motherfucker
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls
Nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from
Brooklyn  goin' out for all
Marcy  that's right  you don't stop
Bed-Stuy  you won't stop  nigga
What  what  what
Jay-Z  Big' Smalls  nigga shit ya 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
And Bigga baby
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious  delicious
Fuck three wishes  made my road to riches
From 62's  gem stars  my moms dishes
Gram choppin'  police van dockin'
D's at my doors knockin'
What  Keep rockin'
No more  Mister Nice Guy  I twist your shit
The fuck back with them pistols  blazin'
Hot like cajun  hotter than even holdin' work at the
Days Inn with New York plates outside
Get up outta there  fuck your ride
Keep your hands high  shit gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper  Frank Wright  leave the keys to your
In-tegra  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
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls  nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from  Brooklyn goin' out to all
Crown Heights  you don't stop
Brownsville  you won't stop  nigga  Brooklyn
Hah hah  Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls  nigga shit ya drawers
Where we from  Brooklyn goin' out to all
Bushwick  you don't stop
Fort Greene  you won't stop  niggaz
Yeah  yeah  yeah

For nine six  the only MC with a flue
Yeah I rhyme sick  I be what you're tryin' to do
Made a fortune off Peru  extradite  China white heron
Nigga please  like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on clear  Gone
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits  the blue tops
Gotta go  Coolio mean it's gettin' "Too Hot"
If Fay' had twins
She'd probably have two-Pac's
Get it  Tu-pac's
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga  huh
Brook-Nam  sippin' on
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 through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya  hah  what the fuck
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls  nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from  Brooklyn goin' out to all
Flatbush  you don't stop
Redhook  you won't stop  nigga  Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls  nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from  Brooklyn goin' out to all
East New York  you don't stop
Clinton Hill  you won't stop  nigga
Is Brooklyn in the house

Roc-A-Fella  y'all  Junior M A F I A
Superbad click  Brooklyn's finest
You rewind this
Represetin' BK to the fullest