Released: June 25, 1996

Featuring: The Notorious B.I.G.

Songwriter: Marvin Pierce Marshall “Rock” Jones Junie Morrison Andrew Noland Greg Webster Sugarfoot Ralph Middlebrooks Clark Kent The Notorious B.I.G. JAY-Z

Producer: Damon Dash Clark Kent

[Produced by Clark Kent]

[Intro: Pain In Da Ass & Clark Kent]
*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*
Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G, Both]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, 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 bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Jay-Z]
Hit ya, back split ya (uh)
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh)
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo)
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (haha)
Most hated

[Verse 3: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G]
Can't fade it (uh, what?)
While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh)
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh)
But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him
"What's ya name?"

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh)
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700s, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick WHO?
Motherfucker!

[Chorus: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all
(Marcy...) That's right, you don't stop
(Bed-Stuy...) You won't stop (nigga!)

[Verse 5: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit your 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

[Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Biggie baby! (uh!)
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh)
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
Ds at my doors knockin' (what?)

[Verse 7: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G, Both]
Keep rockin', yeah
No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with the pistols blazin'
Hot like Cajun (uh)
Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside
Get up out of there! Fuck the ride!

[Verse 8: The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z]
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh!)
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White!
Need the keys to your InnKeeper (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: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your 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 your drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(Bushwick...) You don't stop
(Fort Greene...) You won't stop (Niggas!)

[Verse 9: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For '9-6, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white her-on
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms (um!)
Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone! (uh!)

[Verse 10: The Notorious B.I.G. & Both]
Me and Gutta had two spots
The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh)
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' Too Hot
If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh!)
Get it? Tu... Pac's?

[Verse 11: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G., & Both]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh)
The platinum from the bronze
That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh)
A S1 diamond from a I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin' on

[Verse 12: The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z]
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (uh!)
The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans (uh!)
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow
Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya (Hah, what the fuck?)

[Chorus: Clark Kent]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(Flatbush...) You don't stop
(Red Hook...) That's right, you won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...")
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(East New York...) You don't stop (Woo-ee!)
(Clinton Hill...) You won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...")
"Is Brooklyn in the house?"

[Outro: Clark Kent]
Uhh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest

JAY-Z

Having sold over 100 million records worldwide, and holding the solo artist record of 14 Billboard 200 #1 albums, Shawn “JAY-Z” Carter is possibly the most talented, accomplished and respected rapper of all-time. He has released 13 studio albums and five collaborative albums over his 30-year career.

Three of his albums, Reasonable Doubt, The Blueprint, and The Black Album, are considered landmarks in the genre, with all of them featured in Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. Hov has won 21 Grammy Awards from sixty-four nominations, making him the 10th most awarded artist of all-time.

Legendary for never writing down his lyrics, JAY-Z’s flow is considered one of the greatest to grace the genre, his wordplay and metaphorical ability is unmatched, and his live shows push the envelope of what it means to be a hip hop artist. His MTV Unplugged appearance introduced the idea of having a full band (The Roots) backing up a hip hop artist at major concerts, and during his 2004 documentary Fade to Black he doubled down, selling out Madison Square Garden (in mere minutes) while featuring an enormous live band performance.