| Sold the crack when I was down in ac Back on the block jay-z mother fucker from the, the, the roc
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| Went solo on that ass but its still the same
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| Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
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| Be my niggas was struggling, to the burbs they came
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| And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs
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| I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
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| Now Im titianic, icebergs the name
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| Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
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| The best way to describe me in the word, insane
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| I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
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| Jigga been dope since slick ricks first chain
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| The god, send you back to the earth from which you came
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| Im baking soda, waterfire, merged with cane
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| Ladies dont know me said «i heard hes vain»
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| Well guess what mommies? |
| I heard the same,
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| You heard the name
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
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| Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
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| Got a license to kill so I stay the gat
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| Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that
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| Got a new motto this year, dont fuck with my ones
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| Knock on your door, three in the morning, «its just us and our guns!»
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| See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
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| Got the mind capacity of a young butch cassidy
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| Niggas get fly, let em defy gravity
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| Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
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| Streets wont let me chill
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| Always been a clumsy nigga, dont let me spill
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| Mother fuckers wanna wet me still,
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| I remain yall raw, the one, like five divided by four
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| Shit, this just the hate thats been provided by yall
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| Reciprocated and multiplied by more
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| You likely to see jigga in a wide body or Drop-top bently is all, holla at me yall
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
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| I dont give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should
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| Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
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| The all black, in the gloves, the outcome aint good
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| Them niggas act like wolves, how come? |
| they could
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| Cause we dont drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
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| Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
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| The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
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| Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
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| See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
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| All I gotta do is let em call me shawn deglass
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| Let me sit up in they whip till I launch it back
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| Snap they neck, then shoot em till they arent sent back
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| The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
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| Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
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| Monsters back, and flex drop a bomb to that
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| And everybody sing-a-long to the track, come on
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
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| (jigga) whats my mother fucking name?
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| (jigga) and who Im rolling with huh?
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| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jigga My Nigga, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song Ryde Or Die, Vol.1, in the genre Поп