词：Carter Crooper Martin Miles

Back at'cha

How we do

Primo Jigga-Man

History in the making

Let's go

Uhh uh-huh-uh-UHH

I spit the murder-murder-murderous

Mur-mur-ma-murderous ****

Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH

I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta

Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat feel me Uhh

I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook

Uh-uhh uh-huh-uh-uhh uh-uhh

Yo.

Career crook nobody rap Brooklyn like me

Jigga-Man Volume 3I'm back lookin like me

Stop the presses baby girls drop your dresses

B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven

Ever since I came through ******got the impression

Everything I drop out of the question stop the guessin

It's hot flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin

My whole crew up in this muh'******

We spray corners stand there like you got a cape on ya fine

You'll be wearing a black suit a long time

I put your crew in hard bottoms

The priest is like God's got him

He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him

Brandish iron outlandish buyin

Bentley Coupes not braggin just simply the truth

We all from the ghetto only difference we go back

Back up in D D on this Primo track listen

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna ****with me

Iceberg Slim baby ride rims

I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me

You know him well..by the name of Jigga

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna ****with me

You can love me or hate me..Jay-Z

I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me

Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down

Wednesday's I'm up in Shine Cheetah's Monday night

I'm ******with the model chicks Friday night at Life

So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad

She said Jigga-Man you rich take the doo-rag off

Hit a U-turn ma I'm droppin you back off

Front of the club Jigga why you do that for

Thug *****'til the end tell a friend *****

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

Eighty-eight been hustlin linen been crushin em

Women been ******them HUH

You see I live for the love of the street

Rap to the ruggedest beats

Hall closet cluttered with heat

I spit that murder-murder-murder

That Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn ****

Furthermore ma.

We tote guns to the Grammy's pop bottles on the White House lawn

Guess I'm just the same old Shawn

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna ****with me

Iceberg Slim baby ride rims

I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me

You know him well..by the name of Jigga

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna ****with me

You can love me or hate me..Jay-Z

I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me

Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down

I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y

So it's hard for me to let the larceny die

******see me in the streets with no bodyguards

Just two big guns that'll body your squad

Could ******be scheamin on me Probably are

Think Jigga's a joke *****Hardy har

I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust

Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much

Magazine said I'm shallow I never learned to swim

Still they put me on they cover cause I earn for them

Soon as I sell too much watch them turn on him

Cause that seem to be the ****that'll earn for them

I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist

Iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in Menace

I'm ill start to finish I rip apart contenders

I'm hot.

Hehehehe.

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna ****with me

Iceberg Slim baby ride rims

I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me

You know him well..by the name of Jigga

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna ****with me

You can love me or hate me..Jay-Z

I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me

Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down