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