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Ruff Ryders - Jigga My Nigga lyrics
Roc a fella Irv Gotti. Swizz Beats It's almost over ya'll Jigga Uh uh uh uh Lights out niggas!!! (Women Singing) Jay Z: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh huh huh uh huh Niggas better get it right bitches better get it right (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 1: Sold the crack when I was down in AC Back on the block Jay-Z mother fucker 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 Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain Now I'm Titianic, Iceberg's the name Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game The best way to describe me in the 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 mommy? I heard the same, You heard the name Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 2: Got a license to kill so I stay the gat Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders, nigga scared a that Got a new motto this year, Don't Fuck With My Ones Knock on your door, three in the morning, "It's just us and our guns!" See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns I got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity Streets won't let me chill Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain ya'll Raw, the one, like five divided by four Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll Reciprocated and multiplied by more You likely to see Jigga in a Wide Body or Drop-top Bently is all, Holla at me ya'll Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 3: 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 The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash Till 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 till I launch it back Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent 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 everybody sing-a-long to the track, Come on Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right |
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