Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jigga, artist - Ruff Ryders.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Jigga |
For the crack peoples down at hc…, |
Back on the block jayz motherfucker from the the the rock, |
Went solo on that ass but it’s still the same, |
Brooklyn be the place where I served them things. |
Be my niggas was strugglin, |
To the birds they came, |
And then we got into hustlin and murderin things, |
I dipped in my stash, |
Splurged on the chain, |
Now I’m titanic… Iceberg’s the name!, |
Leave playas on end of reserve… Hurt the game, |
The best way to describe me… The word insane!, |
I dicked down chicks on my merge and my fame, |
Jigga been dope since slick rick’s first chain, |
The god sent you back to the earth from which you came, |
I’m baking soda water fire merge with cane, |
Ladies don’t know me… Said I heard he’s vain, |
Well guess what mahmi I heard the same, |
You Heard the name… |
I got a licensed to kill so I stare at the gat, |
Rocafella, ruff ryders, niggas scared a that!, |
Got a new model this year-don't fuck With My Ones, |
Knock on your door, three in the morning, |
It’s Just Us And The Guns!, |
See I scramble with priests, |
Hustle with nuns, |
I got the… My capacity of the young bush cassidy, |
Niggas get fly, |
Let’em defy gravity, |
For, five rapidly, |
Lift your chest cavity, |
Streets wont let me chill, |
Always been a clumsy nigga don’t let me spill, |
Mohfuckas wanna wet me still, |
I remain y’all, |
Brought the one, like five divided by fo’ur, |
Shit this just the hate that’s been provided by y’all, |
Reciprocated and multiplied by mo’re, |
You likely to see jigga in a wide body ore, |
Drop-top bentley is all, |
Holla at me y’all!, |
I don’t giva fuck about some-one or one million, |
But I think you should, |
Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood, |
All-black in the glove the outcome aint good!, |
Some niggas act like-wuh… How come, they could?, |
Cause we don’t drop hits we drop bombs and smash, |
Till the wristes lit up… The arm looks like glass, |
The necklace chipped up… The charm flashed, |
Could fuck up your eyes like the bomb is ha’sh, |
See the reason why chicks let me palm there ass, |
All I gotta do is let them call me shawn eglass, |
Let’em sit up in there whips till I launch it back, |
Snap there neck, then shoot’em to there arms and backs, |
To calm this cat, |
Trustme when I palm this gat, |
Kill your mind, body and soul, |
Push your conscious back, |
Moms is back, |
Flex drop a bomb to that, |
Now everybody singalong to the track, |
(chorus until the end) |