Jigga My Nigga
Ruff Ryders f/ Jay-Z

Chorus:
(Jigga)
What's my motherfucking name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' wit, huh?
(My niggas)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Better get it right, better get it right
(repeat)

Verse 1:
From the crack table down in AC
Back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that asa, but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
Be my niggas 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 the 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 bakin' 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

Verse 2:
I got a license to kill
So stay the gat
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, nigga scareda that
Got a new motto this year
"Don't fuck wit my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the morning
"It's just us an' a gun!"
See  I scrambled with priests
Hustle with nuns
I got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
Niggas get the 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
Motherfuckers 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 Bentley is all
Holla at me ya'll

Chorus

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
'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 glad
Let 'em sit up in they whip 'til I launch it back
Snap they neck
Then shot 'em 'til they arms sent back
The calmest cat
Trust me when I palm this gat
Kill you mind, body, and soul
push your conscience back
Monster's back
And flex drop a bomb to tha
And everybody sing along to the track
Come on

Chorus (twice)