Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats   It's almost over y'all   Jigga, how real is that?   Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz!     [Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]    (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?   (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?   (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh   Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?   (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?   (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?   (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh   Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right     [Jay-Z]   Yeah.. yeah..   From the crap tables down in A.C.   back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker 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   B. my niggaz 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, niggaz scared of that   Got a new motto this year, "Don't Fuck 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   Niggaz get fly, let em defy gravity   Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity   Streets won't let me chill   Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill   Muh'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all   more than one, like five divided by four   Shit, 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 fuck   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 niggaz 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 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 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 motherfuckin name?   (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?   (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh   Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?   (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?   (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?   (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh   Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?   (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?   (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?   (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh   Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?   (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?   (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?   (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh   Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right..   (Jigga) ...