Tytuł: Jigga My Nigga

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
• Wyświetleń: 465

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats
  It's almost over y'all
  Jigga, how real is that?
  Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz!
  
  [Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]
  
  (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
  (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
  (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
  Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?
  (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
  (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
  (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
  Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Yeah.. yeah..
  From the crap tables down in A.C.
  back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
  Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
  Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
  B. my niggaz was strugglin, to the 'burbs they came
  And then we got to hustlin, murderin thangs
  I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
  Now I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the name
  Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
  The best way to describe me in a word, insane
  I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
  Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
  The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
  I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
  Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"
  Well guess what mami? I heard the same
  You heard the name
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Yeah, uhh, I got a
  license to kill so I stare at the gat
  Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggaz scared of that
  Got a new motto this year, "Don't Fuck With My Ones"
  Knock on your door, three in the mornin,
  "It's just us and the guns!"
  See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
  I got the, mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
  Niggaz get fly, let em defy gravity
  Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
  Streets won't let me chill
  Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
  Muh'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all
  more than one, like five divided by four
  Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
  Reciprocated and multiplied by more
  You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or
  drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me y'all
  Uh
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  I don't give a fuck
  if I sold one or one million, but I think you should
  Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
  All black in the club, the outcome ain't good
  Them niggaz act like wolves, how come? They could
  Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
  Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
  The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
  Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
  See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
  All I gotta do is let em call me Shawn de'Glass
  Let me sit up in they whip til I launch it back
  Snap they neck, then shoot em til they arch them back
  The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
  Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
  Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that
  And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon
  Uh-huh uhh uhh
  
  [Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]
  
  (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
  (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
  (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
  Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?
  (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
  (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
  (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
  Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?
  (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
  (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
  (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
  Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?
  (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
  (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
  (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
  Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right..
  (Jigga) ...