[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
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Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
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Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
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Where Brooklyn at?
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1, 2, 3, and...
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[Fabolous]
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Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
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Can't tell that to a dingy old man
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Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man
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Icy Audemar, hendy gold band
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With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
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That's why I keep the 9 in the Bently door pan
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Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us
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Know it's gon' blow for my dough
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Why would you try with that guy
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Scene told u he keep it G
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We can bang like the two chains on my neck
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The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects
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The coup's up take the new Lame for a sec
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12" up, new cane in the deck nigga
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Right now with a squeezer and a coozie
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And Im goin out like Keyshia with the uzzi
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[Chorus]
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They talk about it, we all about it
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They making plans, we sit and counting
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Our cheddar stack it's just like a mountain
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You heard about it cause she running her mouth
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She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it
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I'm cool as ever, she's too excited
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Her man look like, he want to fight
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But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
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When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga
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I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
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Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
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All up in my back trying to take my track
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When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
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Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
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A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
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Necks wanna move but's getting blasted
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Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
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As I release masterpieces like adhesive
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Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
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MC's have a hard time believing
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I mark with death, hard to kill like Steven
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When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto
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You got a better chance playing lotto
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What you want nigga?
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[Chorus]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Ah, Yo
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Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
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Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
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The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
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Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
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You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
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The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross
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Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
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That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours
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Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dieing
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Now same niggasare idolizing put our face in the shrine
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Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
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How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my spot
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Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your floors
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All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
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Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
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Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't reach
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[Chorus]
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Uhhh, uhhh
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Fox then B.I.G.
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Who fucking with Fox, who want it with I
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Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky
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Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
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Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
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Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
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From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six
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Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl
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How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
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I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome
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Cause that niggas lieing home if the tutti with the dead-eye
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My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
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And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got touched
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Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
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See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
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Ill nuns squeezing the lhama
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Bog roll dutty, Fox and Poppa
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Run for your gun you suckers
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B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers
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Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
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I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie
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In the lack with a sack go and put it on the mat
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What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
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Uh, turning it out, run in your house
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Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your |