Swizz Beatz - Jigga My n***a lyrics

[Intro] Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats It's almost over y'all Jigga, how real is that? Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out n***as! [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil)] (Jigga) What's my motherf**in name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My n***as) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh n***as better get it right, b**hes better get it right, WHO? (Jigga) What's my motherf**in name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My n***as) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh n***as better get it right, b**hes better get it right [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yeah.. yeah.. From the crap tables down in A.C Back on the block Jay-Z motherf**er from the, the, the Roc Went solo on that a** but it's still the same Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs B. my n***as 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 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 baking soda, water, fire, merged with 'cane Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain." Well, guess what, mami? I heard the same You heard the name [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil)] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Yeah, uhh, I got a License to k** so I stay with a gat Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, n***as scared of that Got a new motto this year, "Don't f** With My Ones" Knock on your door, three in the mornin "It's just us and the guns!" See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns I got the, mind capacity of a young Butch Ca**idy n***as get fly, let em defy gravity Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity Streets won't let me chill Always been a clumsy n***a, don't let me spill Muh'f**ers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all Raw the one, like five divided by four sh**, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all Reciprocated and multiplied by more You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or Drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me y'all [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I don't give a f** if I sold one or one million, but I think you should Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood All black in the club, the outcome ain't good Them n***as 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 gla** The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash Could f** up your eyes like the bombest hash See the reason why chicks let me palm they a** All I gotta do is let em call me Shawn they glad Let me sit up in they whip til I launch it back Snap they neck, then shoot em til they arch them back The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat k** your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon Uh-huh uhh uhh [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil)]