[Intro]
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Back atcha
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How we do
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Preemo, Jiggaman
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History in the making
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Lets go
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Ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh
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Uh-huh-uh-ugh, ugh
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I spit the murder-murder-murderous
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Muh-muh-muh-murderous shit
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Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-ugh
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I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
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Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, bitch! Feel me? Ugh
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I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
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Uh-ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh, uh-ugh, uh-huh-ugh
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Yo
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[Verse 1]
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Career crook; nobody rep Brooklyn like me
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Jiggaman, Volume 3: Im back lookin like me
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Stop the presses; baby girls, drop your dresses
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BK, lick a shot for Big Pop in Heaven
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Ever since I came through, niggas got the impression
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Everything I drop, out of the question
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Stop the guessing—its hot
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Flows proving; I pack cause my doughs moving
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My whole crew up in this muhfucker
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We spray corners; stand there like you got a cape on you
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Fine—youll be wearing a black suit a long time
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I put your crew in hard-bottom
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The priest is like, “Gods got him
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He never did nothing to nobody, but them boys shot him”
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Brandish iron, outlandish buying
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Bentley Coupes—not bragging, just simply the truth
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We all from the ghetto; only difference, we go back
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Back up in D&D on this Preemo track—listen
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[Chorus]
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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“Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims”
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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“You know him well”
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“By the name of Jigga”
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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“You can love me or hate me”
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“Jay-Z”
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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“Roc-A-Fella”
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“Lock the whole block down” (Ugh)
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[Verse 2]
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Wednesdays, Im up in Shine; Cheetahs, Monday night
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Im fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life
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So Im cruisin in the car with this bougie broad
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She said, “Jiggaman, you rich, take the do-rag off”
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Hit a U-turn: “Ma, Im dropping you back off”
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Front of the club: “Jigga, why you do that for?”
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Thug nigga til the end—tell a friend, bitch
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Wont change for no paper, plus I been rich
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Eighty-eight, been hustling; linen, been crushing em
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Women, been fucking em—huh?
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You see, I live for the love of the street
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Rap to the ruggedest beats, hall closet cluttered with heat
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I spit that murder-murder-murder, that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit
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Furthermore, ma—
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We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn
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Guess Im just the same old Shawn
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[Chorus]
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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“Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims”
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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“You know him well”
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“By the name of Jigga”
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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“You can love me or hate me”
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“Jay-Z”
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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“Roc-A-Fella”
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“Lock the whole block down” (Check it out now)
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[Verse 3]
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Im from the M-to-the-A-, baby, -R-C-Y
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So its hard for me to let the larceny die
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Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards
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Just two big guns thatll body your squad
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‘Cause niggas be schemin on me—probably yall
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Think Jiggas a joke, nigga? Hardy-har
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I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
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Radios gotta play me, though I cuss too much
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Magazines said Im shallow—I never learned to swim
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Still, they put me on they cover cause I earn for them
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Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him
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‘Cause that seem to be the shit thatll earn for them
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I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time
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A verbalist iller than Verbal Kint is, or O-Dog in Menace
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Im ill, start-to-finish, I rip apart contenders—Im hot!
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Hahahaha
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[Chorus]
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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“Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims”
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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“You know him well”
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“By the name of Jigga”
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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“You can love me or hate me”
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“Jay-Z”
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
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“Roc-A-Fella”
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“Lock the whole block down” (Ugh, ugh)
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[Outro]
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Im so gangsta, prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
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Ugh
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Im so gutter, ghetto girls… Hahaha
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(Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh) Yeah
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Ugh, yeah, bump, yeah
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With me, yeah, biatch, yeah
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Jigga, yeah, Preemo, yeah
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Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah
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Brooklyn, yeah
