Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats
It's almost over y'all

Jigga, how real is that?
Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out ^!$$%z!


[Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]

(Jigga) What's my mother$#&@in name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
(My ^!$$%z) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
^!$$%z better get it right, (*##$es better get it right, WHO?

(Jigga) What's my mother$#&@in name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
(My ^!$$%z) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

^!$$%z better get it right, (*##$es better get it right

[Jay-Z]

Yeah.. yeah..
From the crap tables down in A.C.
back on the block Jay-Z mother$#&@er from the, the, the Roc

Went solo on that $$# but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
B. my ^!$$%z 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, ^!$$%z scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't $#&@ 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

^!$$%z get fly, let em defy gravity
Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill

Always been a clumsy ^!$$%, don't let me spill
Muh'$#&@ers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all
more than one, like five divided by four

%#@!, 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 $#&@
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 ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ up your eyes like the bombest hash

See the reason why chicks let me palm they $$#
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 mother$#&@in name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
(My ^!$$%z) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
^!$$%z better get it right, (*##$es better get it right, WHO?
(Jigga) What's my mother$#&@in name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My ^!$$%z) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
^!$$%z better get it right, (*##$es better get it right, WHO?
(Jigga) What's my mother$#&@in name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
(My ^!$$%z) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

^!$$%z better get it right, (*##$es better get it right, WHO?
(Jigga) What's my mother$#&@in name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
(My ^!$$%z) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
^!$$%z better get it right, (*##$es better get it right..
(Jigga) ...