Jay Z - Jigga What, Jigga Who Lyrics:
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y`all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland s**t, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Ni**a what, ni**a who?
Ni**a what, ni**a who?
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can`t f**k with this Roc-a-Fella s**t doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can`t f**k with this Roc-a-Fella s**t doe

Can`t f**k with me
They ain`t ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherf**kers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
Shots with the fo`-fo`
Fa**ots runnin to the Po-Po`s, smoke em like cocoa
F**k rap, coke by the boatload
F**k dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bulls**ttin, glock with the full clip
Motherf**kers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a ni**a do a full flip
See the ni**a layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know ni**az wanna buy you
But see me I wanna F**k for Free like Akinyele
Take this ride `til you feel it inside ya belly
If it`s tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you`re too much for me

(Ni**a what?) Make you think you can f**k with me
(Ni**a who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Ni**a what?) Make you think you can f**k with me
(Ni**a who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherf**kin Z

Got a condo with nuttin` but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I`m blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Ni**az hatin n s**t cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you`re, actin raw but you never had war
Don`t know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she`s mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I f**ked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I f**ked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "S**t
There`s a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

(Ni**a what?) Make you think you can f**k with me
(Ni**a who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Ni**a what?) Make you think you can f**k with me
(Ni**a who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherf**kin Z

Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap ni**az on Prozac get the bozack, ni**az threw
Two at me I threw fo` back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Biggs had the gold Ac`
Dame had the Lex black
Motherf**kers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you`re stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that, ni**az invest, in a vest, when I come through
With the glock jet black, you ni**az step back
I`m the best at, you know I ain`t no apprentice to this
Me and my ni**az we invented the s**t
I came into the business with this, The Originator, none greater
Jaz-O finish this s**t

Better learn, Jaz don`t relax, stat ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a ni**a
Like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Ni**a I`m my light, runnin, rulin` with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my ni**a Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweight`s light work to me
For the time, in this motherf**ker ain`t nobody hurtin me
What? Cut a patient like surgery
Who the f**k got a VS, f**kin BM`s on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info Jaz-O the CNN
Forever touchin my work is beginnin you`re endin
Ni**a your style`s no style my style`s high style
C`mon, fa**ot ni**a gotta take the gun home
The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can`t F**K with it can ya?!)

(Ni**a what?) Make you think you can f**k with me
(Ni**a who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Ni**a what?) Make you think you can f**k with me
(Ni**a who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherf**kin Z

* Repeat to fade *
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can`t f**k with this Roc-a-Fella s**t doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can`t f**k with this Roc-a-Fella s**t doe

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