[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. live clip]
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
[Verse 1: 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 plenty of dough, man
Icy Audemars, Henny gold band
With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust, it's gon' bust, you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow fo' my dough
Why would you try with that guy?
Scene told you he'd keep it G
We can bang like the two chains on my neck
The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects
The coupe's up, take the new lane for a sec
12-inch thump, new Kane in the deck, nigga
Right now with a squeezer in a 'cuzzi
And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sittin', countin'
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
[Verse 2: 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
Next who wanna move is getting blasted
Straight sewer flows from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when you're wiping fast
MC's have a hard time believin'
I'm 'Marked For 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: Nate Dogg]
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sittin', countin'
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, now watch me dip-dip didd-ive all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip dridd-ry all over the street
The general consensus is we be the dominating fleet
Bitch raw (Ha!), and let me continue to bring the heat (C'mon)
You know who been the kings of the block (Yeah...), the kings of the drugs (Fab)
The kings of the crack music (Snoop), and the kings of the clubs (Bus')
Leak fire – fiends rush it, like the purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like ours
Couple years ago, niggas probably thought we was dying
Those same niggas'll idolize us, 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 filling 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 get it, while I continue to preach
Snoop, Fab, Big, and Bust are the standard you can't reach
Let's go!
[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Foxy Brown]
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sittin', countin'
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited (Uh, uh)
Her man look like he wanna fight (Fox and B.I.G)
He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I?
Bust a shot for me and Big, from the 'ville to the sky
Got my Joe Fross shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle 'round the ankle, 20 carats in this bitch
Now pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
From the belly lions fur, killin' with the sick
Bedstuy, what up, y'all? What up with your girl?
How'd she leave duke broke? Tell them boys on her
I'm in the G5 jet-eye; Brooklyn, bust your chrome
'Cause that nigga cryin' for him, lookin' 2-D with the dead-eye
My main connect got hit up in his truck
On Nostrand Ave, ain't the same since Hommo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit too
See, I'm a beast with it, fuck 'em 'til I'm crippled
Ill Na Na's squeezing the llama
Bad gyal dutti, Foxy and Poppa
[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg & The Notorious B.I.G. live sample]
Run for your gun, you suckers
B.I.G., I'ma get them motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing – bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that nookie
In the 'Lac with a sack, go on and put it on the map
What it do, nephew? ("Where Brooklyn at?!")
Uhn, turning it out, run in your house, gun in your mouth
Motherfucker, quit running your mouth
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sittin', countin'
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
[Outro: Nate Dogg]
What you really want from a nigga?