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Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz BeatsIt's almost over y'allJigga, 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-uhhNiggaz 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-uhhNiggaz 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 RocWent solo on that ass but it's still the sameBrooklyn be the place where I serve them thangsB. my niggaz was strugglin, to the 'burbs they cameAnd then we got to hustlin, murderin thangsI dipped in my stash, splurged on a chainNow I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the nameLeave players on injured reserve, hurt the gameThe best way to describe me in a word, insaneI dick down chicks all emerged in my fameJigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chainThe God, send you back to the earth from which you cameI'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'caneLadies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"Well guess what mami? I heard the sameYou heard the nameChorus[Jay-Z]Yeah, uhh, I got alicense to kill so I stare at the gatRoc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggaz scared of thatGot 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 nunsI got the, mind capacity of a young Butch CassidyNiggaz get fly, let em defy gravityFo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavityStreets won't let me chillAlways been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spillMuh'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'allmore than one, like five divided by fourShit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'allReciprocated and multiplied by moreYou likely to see Jigga in a widebody ordrop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me y'allUhChorus[Jay-Z]I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you shouldCause if I only sold one, then out comes the hoodAll black in the club, the outcome ain't goodThem niggaz act like wolves, how come? They couldCause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smashTil the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glassThe necklace chipped up, the charm it flashCould fuck up your eyes like the bombest hashSee the reason why chicks let me palm they assAll I gotta do is let em call me Shawn they gladLet me sit up in they whip til I launch it backSnap they neck, then shoot em til they arch them backThe calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gatKill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience backMonster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to thatAnd e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'monUh-huh uhh uhhChorus: 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-uhhNiggaz 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-uhhNiggaz 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-uhhNiggaz 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-uhhNiggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right..(Jigga) ...more