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