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[Jay-Z]Can't stop it nigga, uhMm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop thatTimbaland uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huhYeah.. Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh?That's rightPut your motherfuckin hands together, uh-huhPut your motherfuckin hands togetherYo, can't stop itYo..Yo show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-HovahPlace shutter down, who the fuck'll fuck around?Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver niggaKeep a full clip I have to empty out on niggazHoe bagger, no slacker, get this shit jumpinlike eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' ass jumpedCrist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter niggaGat buster, ass toucher.. clit lickerGo against Jigga yo' ass is denseI'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents?Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics outMy jewelry so bright you can turn these lights outHovah's like Noah keep two in the truckI'm like U-Haul; every bitch move when I fuckYou move slut, I gotta put two in your buttI'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and whatNigga what?[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X w/ minor variations)]Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hotMy grind, keep me jumpin out of drop to dropMy shine, lose your sight tryin to watch the watchWhen there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop[Jay-Z]Seperate myself from the lame, no you can't see meI'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-EGive my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-peeHits in a row like MJ; "Hee-hee!"Since I was waist height, late night, bustin in the cloudsRunnin wild, comin home late, cussin out my mouthNiggaz said, "Bryan leave your cousin in the house"Everytime we play the Dozen, he's buggin outWhile y'all was playin yo-yo, I was sittin on low prosDippin the po-po, gettin that dough-doughNo, no I ain't stupid I take loot kidWhat's in the bank? Shoot itLose it like I ain't do itYou wanna play Jigga nigga what you drank fluid?Got a full tank now you wanna pull rank?I clap still, act ill, Jigga shoot theeGive you chest pains, leg sprains absolutelyWhat?[Chorus][Jay-Z]Thirty-eight revolve like the sun round the EarthTry to play hard get you found round the dirtSix shell casings found round your shirt{*cyring*} in surround sound from the hearseJigga Man, trigger man, hit your man upSix shots, hit the pole, hit the van upKidnap grown folks get them grands upTimbaland, hot shit, get them hands up[Chorus 2X]more