Jay-Z Lyrics

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Roc A Fella Ruff Ryders Swizz Beats 

It's almost over y'all 

Jigga how real is that? 

Uhh uhh uhh lights out niggaz! 

Chorus: Jay Z (and Amil) 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? 

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? 

(My niggaz) Uh huh uh uhh uhh uhh 

Niggaz better get it right bitches better get it right WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? 

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? 

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh 

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right 

[Jay-Z] 

Yeah.. yeah.. 

From the crap tables down in A.C. 

back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc 

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same 

Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs 

B. my niggaz was strugglin, to the 'burbs they came 

And then we got to hustlin, muderin 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, waterfire, 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] 

Yeah, uhh, I got a 

license to kill so I stare at the gat 

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggaz scared of that 

Got a new motto this year, "Don't Fuck 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 Cassidy 

Niggaz get fly, let em defy gravity 

Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity 

Streets won't let me chill 

Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill 

Muh'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all 

more than one, like five divided by four 

Shit, 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 

droptop Bentley is all, holla at me y'all 

Uh 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 

I don't give a fuck 

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 niggaz 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 glass 

The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash 

Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash 

See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass 

All I gotta do is let em call me Shawn de'Glass 

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 

Kill 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 (and Amil) 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? 

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? 

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh 

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? 

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? 

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh 

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? 

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? 

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh 

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? 

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? 

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh 

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right.. 

(Jigga) ...