| Song | Jigga |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | Ryde Or Die, Vol.1 |
| 作曲 : Carter, Dean | |
| Jay-z | |
| Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders. swizz beats, it's almost over ya'll, jigga uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!!! (women singing) | |
| Jay-z：(jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh | |
| Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Sold the crack when i was down in ac | |
| Back on the block jay-z mother fucker from the, the, the roc | |
| Went solo on that ass but it's still the same | |
| Brooklyn be the place where i serve them thangs | |
| Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came | |
| And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs | |
| I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain | |
| Now i'm titianic, iceberg's the name | |
| Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game | |
| The best way to describe me in the 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 mommies? i heard the same, | |
| You heard the name | |
| Chorus: | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh | |
| Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Got a license to kill so i stay the gat | |
| Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that | |
| Got a new motto this year, don't fuck with my ones | |
| Knock on your door, three in the morning, "it's just us and our guns!" | |
| See i scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns | |
| Got the mind capacity of a young butch cassidy | |
| Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity | |
| Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity | |
| Streets won't let me chill | |
| Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill | |
| Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, | |
| I remain ya'll raw, the one, like five divided by four | |
| Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll | |
| Reciprocated and multiplied by more | |
| You likely to see jigga in a wide body or | |
| Drop-top bently is all, holla at me ya'll | |
| Chorus: | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I don't give a fuck if i sold one or one million, but i think you should | |
| Cause if i only sold one, then out comes the hood | |
| The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good | |
| Them niggas act like wolves, how come? they could | |
| Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash | |
| Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass | |
| The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash | |
| Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash | |
| See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass | |
| All i gotta do is let 'em call me shawn de'glass | |
| Let me sit up in they whip till i launch it back | |
| Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent 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 everybody sing-a-long to the track, come on | |
| Chorus: | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| (jigga) what's my mother fucking name? | |
| (jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh? | |
| (my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right |
| zuò qǔ : Carter, Dean | |
| Jayz | |
| Rocafella, ruff ryders. swizz beats, it' s almost over ya' ll, jigga uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!!! women singing | |
| Jayz: jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh | |
| Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Sold the crack when i was down in ac | |
| Back on the block jayz mother fucker from the, the, the roc | |
| Went solo on that ass but it' s still the same | |
| Brooklyn be the place where i serve them thangs | |
| Be my niggas was struggling, to the ' burbs they came | |
| And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs | |
| I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain | |
| Now i' m titianic, iceberg' s the name | |
| Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game | |
| The best way to describe me in the 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 mommies? i heard the same, | |
| You heard the name | |
| Chorus: | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh | |
| Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Got a license to kill so i stay the gat | |
| Rocafella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that | |
| Got a new motto this year, don' t fuck with my ones | |
| Knock on your door, three in the morning, " it' s just us and our guns!" | |
| See i scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns | |
| Got the mind capacity of a young butch cassidy | |
| Niggas get fly, let ' em defy gravity | |
| Fourfive rapidly lift your chest cavity | |
| Streets won' t let me chill | |
| Always been a clumsy nigga, don' t let me spill | |
| Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, | |
| I remain ya' ll raw, the one, like five divided by four | |
| Shit, this just the hate that' s been provided by ya' ll | |
| Reciprocated and multiplied by more | |
| You likely to see jigga in a wide body or | |
| Droptop bently is all, holla at me ya' ll | |
| Chorus: | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I don' t give a fuck if i sold one or one million, but i think you should | |
| Cause if i only sold one, then out comes the hood | |
| The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain' t good | |
| Them niggas act like wolves, how come? they could | |
| Cause we don' t drop hits, we drop bombs that smash | |
| Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass | |
| The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash | |
| Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash | |
| See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass | |
| All i gotta do is let ' em call me shawn de' glass | |
| Let me sit up in they whip till i launch it back | |
| Snap they neck, then shoot ' em till they aren' t sent 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 everybody singalong to the track, come on | |
| Chorus: | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who? | |
| jigga what' s my mother fucking name? | |
| jigga and who i' m rolling with huh? | |
| my niggas uhhuhhuhuhhuh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right |