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Back at'cha
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How we do
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Primo, Jigga-Man
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History in the making
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Let's go
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Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
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Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
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I spit the murder-murder-murderous
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Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
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Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
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I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
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Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
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I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
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Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh
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Uh-huh-UHH
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Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
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Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin like me
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Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
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B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
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Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
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everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin
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it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
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My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
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We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
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You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
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I put your crew in hard bottoms
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The priest is like, "God's got him
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He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him"
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Brandish iron, outlandish buyin
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Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth
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We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
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Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen
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Chorus: Jay-Z {scratching by DJ Premier}
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I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
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"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
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I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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"You know him well.." "..by the name of Jigga"
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I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
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"You can love me or hate me.." "..Jay-Z"
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I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
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[Jay-Z]
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Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night
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I'm fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at Life
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So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad
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She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"
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Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off
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Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
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Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
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Won't change for no paper plus I been rich
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Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em
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Women been fuckin them HUH?
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You see I live for the love of the street
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Rap to the ruggedest beats
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Hall closet cluttered with heat
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I spit that murder-murder-murder
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that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit
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Furthermore ma..
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We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn
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Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
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Chorus
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[Jay-Z]
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I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
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So it's hard for me to let the larceny die
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Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
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just two big guns that'll body your squad
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Could niggaz be scheamin on me? Probably are
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Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
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I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
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Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much
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Magazine said I'm shallow, I never learned to swim
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Still they put me on they cover cause I earn for them
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Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him
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cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them
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I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist
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iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace"
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I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders
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I'm hot.. hehehehe..
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Chorus
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[Jay-Z]
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I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh
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I'm so gutter, ghetto girls ..
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Heheh, (uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh), yeah
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Uhh, yeah, funk, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah
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Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz, yeah
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Brooklyn, yeah
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So Ghetto
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| jay z |
