Jigga my Nigga

Jay-Z 

Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders. 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 mommies? 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 
 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