[Intro] Up, up, up, up, up Look [Verse 1] Once upon a time man, I heard that I was ugly Came from a who wanna on me Said my face bomb, tight Racks stack up Shaq height Jewelry on me, flashlight I been lit since last night Hit him with that good good Make a act right Broke boys don’t deserve no (I know that’s right!) [Pre-Chorus] Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these It’s big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag Bardi back and all you [Chorus] If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck huh Up then it’s up, if it’s up, then it’s stuck If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck huh [Verse 2] I could make the party hot I could make your body rock say they with me Chances are they probably not If I had w ya probably lick it like a lollipop speaking Capeneese hit her with karate chop I’m forever popping Pulling up and dropping Gotta argue with him cause a love a toxic out here playing gotta make him understand If it ain’t no ring on my finger you ain’t going on my 'Gram Said my face bomb, tight Racks stack up Shaq height Jewelry on me, flashlight I been lit since last night Hit him with that good good Make a act right Broke boys don’t deserve no (I know that’s right!) [Pre-Chorus] Big bag bussin out the Bentley Bentayga Man Balenciaga Bardi back and all these It’s big bags bussin out the Bentley Bentayga Man Birkin bag Bardi back and all you [Chorus] If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh Up then it’s up, if it’s up, then it’s stuck If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, [Verse 3] ain’t with me now and I can see why Dirty dusty you got pink eye want smoke until I bring it to the doorstep Tell that bag back breath smell like horse Put it on him now he will never be the same Tatted on my cause I really like the pain I said I’m glad that you came If that had a twin, I would let 'em run a train [Pre-Chorus] Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked It’s big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man Birkin bag Bardi back and all you [Chorus] If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck Ayy Up then it’s up, if it’s up, then it’s stuck If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, [Outro] Gotta play it safe, no face no case

Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like These days like, these days I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah Baby, you're bad for me, yeah Say you gon' clap for me, yeah Say you gon' blast for me, yeah Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah I was goin' through tragedy Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy Even when I'm fucking, I'm masked up, ayy You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (what) That you ain't gon ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me And you said that you gon' ride with me I ain't gon' do the nigga shit 'cause I'm too good for features, huh I ain't gon' fuck the nigga bitch 'cause I know she a eater, huh Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh When they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga, I couldn't believe it, huh Ayy lil' shawty, pop my whoadie Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding Said I knocked her period on Remember when I had that poker, huh Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda That mean a young nigga got what on me? You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch I can't even roll in peace (why) Everybody notice me (yeah) I can't even go to sleep (why) I'm rolling on a bean (yeah) They tried to give me eight Got on my knees like "Jesus please" He don't even believe in Jesus Why you got a Jesus piece If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me Even the blind can see (fuck) That you ain't gon' ride for me You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me You said that you gon' ride for me, ayy

Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind) Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin' blunt) Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga) This that shit that we ride to This that shit that we vibe to This that shit that we get high to That gangster music nigga And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga no (no) Bad bitches got you feelin' great Looked at my CEO like CEO let's get this cake, baby I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I'm player made All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback Everybody wanna take pictures they like, "Damn, you Mr. Kodak." Smoke comin' out my sunroof a nigga shining A nigga love gettin' pussy, love rocking diamonds If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business And you don't need no nigga, be independent It's murder murder, niggas beefin' niggas slingin' iron And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind Smokin' on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to, yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine This that shit that we ride to, yeah Smokin' on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to, yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine This that shit that we ride to, yeah I know the game I know the street I got the raps you got the beats And we gonna lay it down real sweet So y'all can ride, head bobbin' side to side I don't want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga's vibe When you down and out, don't nobody trust you But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you It's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look) They still racist, I can see it on them bitches' faces That's why I'm smokin' and laughin' I got my grind on And they don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone That's why it's murder, murder kill, kill on the corner These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on your So, when you die you might as well be high Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie? That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday Two Glocks cocked so they don't bruise me Smokin' on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to, yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine This that shit that we ride to, yeah Smokin' on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to, yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine This that shit that we ride to, yeah Smoking on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe Got me fumblin' and trippin' almost passed the blunt to Cee Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin' to see And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat Ridin' dirty bumping, ridin' dirty know how that shit be One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat With that nine up in my reach, 'cause right now dyin' ain't for me Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep Bust a hooter when you rollin' potent as you s'posed to be You be rollin' and smokin' 'em back to back consistently Keep movers, Dutches to Phillies, Garcias, or Swisha Sweets Young savage don't really care just put that shit in the air Smokin' on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to, yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine This that shit that we ride to, yeah Smokin' on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to, yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine This that shit that we ride to, yeah

Urban Ears Song Score: 9.4 of 10 Urban Ears Album Score: 9.2 of 10 (Reasonable Doubt by Jay-Z) "Brooklyn's Finest" by Jay-Z feat. Notorious B.I.G. Writer(s): M. Jones, R. Franklin, Christopher Wallace, M. Pierce, L. Bonner, R. Middlebrooks, S. Carter, W. Morrison, G. Webster, N. Napier, A. Noland [Pain In Da Ass] [gunshots] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [gunshots] [Jay-Z] 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 (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 niggaz 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 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! [Chorus] 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! [Jay-Z] 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 [Notorious B.I.G.] .. 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 [Jay-Z] 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 [Notorious B.I.G.] 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... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) [Chorus] 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... Brooklyn... 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! [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah For nine six, the only MC with a flu 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! [Notoriuos B.I.G.] 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 [Jay-Z] 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 [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 through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya (Hah, what the fuck?) [Chorus] 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... Brooklyn... 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?") [Outro] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullest Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted.