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 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 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. drop-top Bentley Azure 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. 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 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...