Jay-Z and Notorious B.I.G.    Reasonable Doubt          [Jay-Z]   Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us   The number one question is can the Feds get us   I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters    And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya      [Notorious B.I.G.]   Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and layin 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 ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt 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, let the paramedics breath all 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 put 700's, they ain't made them yet   Rolex and bracelets is frostbit   Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?       Chorus: Jay-Z      What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers   Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall   Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me   I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV      (Jigga) Jay-Z      [Notorious B.I.G.]   Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious   Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches   From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes   Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin      [Jay-Z]   Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy   I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols    Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn   With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride      [Notorious B.I.G.]   Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper   Here comes the Grim Reaper   Frank Wright need the keys to your Integra   (That's right)   Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me   Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy   You ain't harmin me, so pardon me    Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case      Chorus      [Jay-Z]   Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu   Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do   Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron   Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms   Stay out the way from heron   (Clear) gone      [Notoriuos B.I.G.]   Nea Gutter had two spots   The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops   Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot   If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac's   Get it, Tupac's      [Jay-Z]   Time to separate the pros from the cons   The platinum from the bronz   And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz   The S1 diamond from my eye class don   A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh   Brook Na, 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      Chorus