[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)]