Brooklyn High (Jim Jones, Cam'ron, Dame Dash Diss) Lyrics by Jay-z

Brooklyn High (Jim Jones, Cam'ron, Dame Dash Diss)

[Jay-Z:]
Little Punk ass Buck, that's it ni**a [laughing]
That's ballin?
I guess Men Lie, Women Lie
But Numbers Don't
Its Over for that Ballin'
It My Turn
Brooklyn!
[Chorus:]
We fly high, No Lie ,You know this [BROOKLYN!]
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz [iT'S MY TURN]
[Girl:]
We stay fly, No Lie ,You know this [BROOKLYN!]
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus [Whoo!]
Brooklyn get Paper
Tote big thangs
We Chase ni**as around they own Ball Games
Ball Game ni**a its over for you Lames
Gimme Back the Chain
Its over for you Dames
F**k Ya'll Broads
Didn't they ever tell you don't f**k with a man's family
F**k up with ya'll ?
Kidnap mine ni**a I will Click Clack Push your wig Back
Further than Tara Banks Head Line
Your Bank vs Mine, if ya Ballin'
Ni**a what I'm doing can't be defined
The Jones' can't keep up
maybe my ni**a Nas
But I got Stronger after Ether [wow!]
[Chorus:]
We fly high, No Lie ,You know this [BROOKLYN!]
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz [iT'S MY TURN]
[Girl:]
We stay fly, No Lie ,You know this [BROOKLYN!]
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus [Whoo!]
Bed Stuy, Brownsville, CI
The Best in the Game Since Daddy Kane and B.I.
My Turn, We Live, money to burn ni**a we on Fire
G-Fiver, Ace a Spade make it real easy to book ya babe
I'm running a Boston on these ni**as
I'm watching ya soundscan you keep Renigging
I'm Trump Tight, Trump like
I'm on my way to a billy I play my cards nice
ni**as like Hov ya sound too Rich
I'm Like Oh! ain't that about a bitch
Ain't that we here for therefore
I sound like I am supposed to sound
Meet me at the Clearport
I'm Ballin' for real you pump faking it
Manhattan keep on Faking it Brooklyn Keep on taking it! Yeah!
[Chorus:]
We fly high, No Lie ,You know this [BROOKLYN!]
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz [iT'S MY TURN]
[Girl:]
We stay fly, No Lie ,You know this [BROOKLYN!]
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus
Shout out to all My real ni**as in Harlem! 145th and All That! All the Domenicans, O G 1, know we're Eastside True Life
This ain't about Boroughs its about B**ches!
It's Game Time, It's my turn, Let the games begin!
YOUNG!