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Song Name: Jigga My Nigga

Artist Name: Ruff Ryders

Album: Ryde or Die, Vol. 1

Songwriter(s): Kasseem Dean, Shawn Carter

Release Date: April 4, 1999

Label: Interscope Records

Lyrics for "Jigga My Nigga"

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats
It's almost over y'all
Jigga, how real is that?
Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz

(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, b****** 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, b****** better get it right

Yeah, yeah
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block Jay-Z m*********** 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
Be my niggaz 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 bakin' 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

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 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 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
Muhafuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all
More than one, like five divided by four
S***, 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, uh

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 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 f*** 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 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
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, c'mon
Uh-huh uhh uhh

� DEAD GAME PUBLISHING
� EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.
� LIL LU LU PUBLISHING
� SWIZZ BEATZ PUBLISHING
� UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.

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