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Nigga What Nigga Who Lyrics

Artist Jay-Z

[Jay Z] Uh huh uh huh gi gi gi geyeah Roc a Fella y'all uh huh uh huh Jigga

Timbaland shit nine eight BEYOTCH Say what say what? Uh huh uh huh follow me

beotch Nigga what nigga who? Nigga what nigga who? Switcha flow getcha dough

Can't fuck with this Roc a Fella shit doe Switcha flow getcha dough Can't fuck

with this Roc a Fella shit doe [Jay Z] > first four lines overlap the section

above Can't fuck with me They ain't ready yet Uh-huh uh-huh Yeah, yeah

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo'

Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the

boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through

some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers

better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See

the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz

wanna buy you But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele Now I gotta let

her take this ride, make you feel it inside your 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 Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion) (Nigga what?) Make

you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z *repeat

3X* (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize

bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z [Jay-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 stroll See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I

am blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz

hatin n shit 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, causer Your Majesty, just

happened to be A pimp with a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with

friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as

she busted in, I said, "Shit.. there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on

in!" Chorus (with variation in last line) [Jay-Z] Gotta friend that even though

I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Rap niggaz on Prozac get

the bozack, niggaz threw two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough

stack, way before Big had the gold Ac' Dame had the Lex black Motherfuckers

wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed, where you rest at

I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through with the glock jet

black, you niggaz step back I am the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to

this Me and my niggaz we invented the shit I came into the business with this,

The Originator, non greater Jaz-O finish this shit [Big Jaz] Better learn, Jaz

don't relax, stat ever heard of me? Worldwide Originator, say word to me The

population holla certainly, I burn a nigga like a third degree, see me shine so

bright Nigga I am my light, runnin all over with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger

than me and my nigga Jigga You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef Heavyweights type

work to me For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me What? Cut

your face in like surgery Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road when

you had to be in bed at the PM Leave the info, Jaz on the seat, and then forever

touchin my workers beginnin you're endin Nigga your style's no style my style's

hostile C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't

FUCK with it can ya?!) Chorus (with variations) [Amil-lion] * repeat to fade *

Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha

flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

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