Brooklyn's Finest lyrics

[Skit - Pain in Da Ass]

(Gun shots)
(Gun cocked)

OKAY, I'M RELOADED
You muthafuckas, think you big time
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gonna die, big time
You're gonna pay
(Gun shots)

Jigga...(Jigga), Bigga...(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure...(how you figure)

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay yo
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha...

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. 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..

[Jay-Z]
.. 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?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryna push 7