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ruff ryders – jigga ma nigga lyrics

ruff ryders feat. jay-z
jigga my n-gg-

roc-a-fella, irv gotti. swizz beats, it’s almost over ya’ll, jigga
uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out n-gg-s!!!

(women singing)
jay-z:
(jigga) what’s my mother f-cking name?
(jigga) and who i’m rolling with huh?
(my n-gg-s) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
n-gg-s better get it right, b-tches better get it right
(jigga) what’s my mother f-cking name?
(jigga) and who i’m rolling with huh?
(my n-gg-s) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
n-gg-s better get it right, b-tches better get it right

verse 1:
sold the crack when i was down in ac
back on the block jay-z mother f-cker from the, the, the roc
went solo on that -ss but it’s still the same
brooklyn be the place where i serve them thangs
be my n-gg-s 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 t-tianic, iceberg’s the name
leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
the best way to describe me in the word, insane
i d-ck 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 mommy? i heard the same, you heard the name

verse 2:
got a license to kill so i stay the gat
roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, n-gg- scared a that
got a new motto this year, don’t f-ck 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
i got the mind capacity of a young butch c-ssidy
n-gg-s get fly, let ’em defy gravity
four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
streets won’t let me chill
always been a clumsy n-gg-, don’t let me spill
mother f-ckers wanna wet me still, i remain ya’ll
raw, the one, like five divided by four
sh-t, 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

verse 3:
i don’t give a f-ck 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 n-gg-s 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 gl-ss
the necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
could f-ck up your eyes like the bombest hash
see the reason why chicks let me palm they -ss
all i gotta do is let ’em call me shawn de’gl-ss
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 f-cking name?
(jigga) and who i’m rolling with huh?
(my n-gg-s) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
n-gg-s better get it right, b-tches better get it right
who? (jigga) what’s my mother f-cking name?
(jigga) and who i’m rolling with huh?
(my n-gg-s) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
n-gg-s better get it right, b-tches better get it right
who? (jigga) what’s my mother f-cking name?
(jigga) and who i’m rolling with huh?
(my n-gg-s) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
n-gg-s better get it right, b-tches better get it right
who? (jigga) what’s my mother f-cking name?
(jigga) and who i’m rolling with huh?
(my n-gg-s) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
n-gg-s better get it right, b-tches better get it right!

- ruff ryders lyrics

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