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Jigga Lyrics By Jay Z

    produced by clark kent

    pain in da ass clark kent
    gunshots okay i’m reloaded
    you motherfuckers think you big time
    fuckin’ with jayz you gon’ die big time
    here come the pain gunshots
    jigga jigga bigga bigga
    nigga how you figure how you figure

    jayz the notorious big both
    yeah yeah yeah
    ayo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us uhhuh
    the number one question is can the feds get us uhhuh
    i got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors uhhuh
    and niggas who pump wheels and drive jettas
    take that with ya

    the notorious big jayz
    hit ya back split ya uh
    fuck fist fights and lame scuffles uh
    pillow case to your face make the shell muffle woo
    shoot your daughter in the calf muscle mhm
    fuck a tussle nickelplated
    sprinkle coke on the floor make it drugrelated haha
    most hated

    jayz the notorious big
    can’t fade it uh what
    while y’all pump willie i run up and stunt silly uhhuh
    scared so you sent your little mans to come kill me uh
    but on the contrilli i packs the macmilli
    squeezed off on him left them paramedics breathin’ soft on him
    what’s ya name

    4 the notorious big
    who shot ya mob ties like sinatra uh
    peruvians tried to do me in i ain’t paid them yet
    tryin’ to push 700s they ain’t made them yet
    rolex and bracelets is frostbit rings too
    niggas ’round the way call me igloo stick who
    motherfucker

    clark kent
    jayz and biggie smalls nigga shit your drawers
    where you from brooklyn goin’ out for all
    marcy that’s right you don’t stop
    bedstuy you won’t stop nigga

    5 jayz the notorious big
    what what what
    jayz big’ smalls nigga shit your drawers
    brooklyn represent y’all hit you fold
    you crazy think your little bit of rhymes can play me
    i’m from marcy i’m varsity chump you’re jv
    jigga jayz

    6 the notorious big
    biggie baby uh
    my bedstuy flow’s malicious delicious
    fuck three wishes made my road to riches
    from 6s gemstars my mom’s dishes uh
    gram choppin’ police van dockin’
    ds at my doors knockin’ what

    7 jayz the notorious big both
    keep rockin’ yeah
    no more mister nice guy i twist your shit
    the fuck back with the pistols blazin’
    hot like cajun uh
    hotter than even holdin’ work at the days inn
    with new york plates outside
    get up out of there fuck the ride

    8 the notorious big jayz
    keep your hands high shit gets steeper uh
    here comes the grim reaper frank white
    need the keys to your innkeeper that’s right
    chill homie the bitch in the shoney’s told me
    you’re holdin’ more drugs than a pharmacy
    you ain’t harmin’ me so pardon me
    pass the safe before i blaze the place
    and here’s six shots just in case
    brooklyn brooklyn brooklyn

    clark kent
    jayz and biggie smalls nigga shit your drawers
    where you from brooklyn goin’ out to all
    crown heights you don’t stop
    brownsville you won’t stop nigga
    brooklyn brooklyn brooklyn
    hah hah jayz and biggie smalls nigga shit your drawers
    where we from brooklyn goin’ out to all
    bushwick you don’t stop
    fort greene you won’t stop niggas

    9 jayz the notorious big
    yeah yeah yeah
    for ’96 the only mc with a flu
    yeah i rhyme sick i be what you’re trying to do
    made a fortune off peru extradite china white heron
    nigga please like short sleeves i bear arms um
    stay out my way from here on clear gone uh

    0 the notorious big both
    me and gutta had two spots
    the for5 dollar hits the blue tops uhhuh
    gotta go coolio mean it’s gettin’ too hot
    if fay’ had twins she’d probably have two pacs uh
    get it tu pac’s

    jayz the notorious big both
    uhh uhh uhh
    time to separate the pros from the cons anduh
    the platinum from the bronze
    that buttersoft shit from that leather on the fonz uh
    a s diamond from a i class don
    a chandon sipper from a rosé nigga huh
    brooknam sippin’ on

    the notorious big jayz
    cristal forever play the crib when it’s mink weather uh
    the mafia keep cannons in they marc buchanans uh
    usually cuatro cinco the shell sink slow
    tossin’ ya mad slugs through your nautica
    i’m warnin’ ya hah what the fuck

    clark kent
    jayz and biggie smalls nigga shit ya drawers
    where you from brooklyn goin’ out to all
    flatbush you don’t stop
    red hook that’s right you won’t stop nigga
    brooklyn brooklyn brooklyn
    jayz and biggie smalls nigga shit your drawers
    where you from brooklyn goin’ out to all
    east new york you don’t stop wooee
    clinton hill you won’t stop nigga
    brooklyn brooklyn brooklyn brooklyn
    is brooklyn in the house

    clark kent
    uhh rocafella y’all junior mafia
    supermen clique
    brooklyn’s finest you rewind this
    representing bk to the fullest

    Artist: Jay Z

    Year: 2002

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 534