Jay-z - We Fly High (Brooklyn) Dissin' Jim Jones

[Jay-Z]

Little Punk ass Buck, that’s it nigga (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!

Brooklyn get Paper
Tote big thangs
We Chase niggas around they own Ball Games
Ball Game nigga its over for you Lames
Gimme Back the Chain
Its over for you Dames
Fuck Ya’ll Broads
Didn’t they ever tell you don’t fuck with a man’s family
Fuck up with ya’ll ?
Kidnap mine nigga I will Click Clack Push your wig Back
Further than Tara Banks Head Line
Your Bank vs Mine, if ya Ballin’
Nigga what I’m doing can’t be defined
The Jones’ can’t keep up
maybe my nigga Nas
But I got Stronger after Ether (wow!)

(Chorus)
We Fly High, No Lie, You Know this
Brooklyn!

Bed Stuy, Brownsville, CI
The Best in the Game Since Daddy Kane and B.I.
My Turn, We Live, money to burn nigga we on Fire
G-Fiver, Ace a Spade make it real easy to book ya babe
I’m running a Boston on these niggas
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
niggas 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!


Shout out to all My real niggas in Harlem! 145th and All That!
This ain’t about Boroughs its about Bitches!
It’s Game Time