[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Career crook, nobody rep Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I’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, niggas got the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin’
It’s hot, flows proving I pack cause my dough’s moving
My whole crew up in this muh’fucker
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 bragging just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
Back up in D&D on this Preemo track, listen
[Hook]
I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck 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 fuck 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”
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Wednesday’s I’m up in Shine, Cheetah’s Monday night
I’m fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life
So I’m cruising in the car with this bougie broad
She said, “Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off”
Hit a U-turn, “Ma I’m dropping you back off”
Front of the club, “Jigga why you do that for?”
Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
Won’t change for no paper plus I been rich
’88 been hustlin’, linen been crushin’ ’em
Women been fuckin’ ’em, 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 shit
Furthermore ma
We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess I’m just the same old Shawn
[Hook]
I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck 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 fuck 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”
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
I’m from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
So it’s hard for me to let the larceny die
Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards
Just two big guns that’ll body your squad
Could niggas be scheamin on me? Probably are
Think Jigga’s a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio’s gotta play me though I cuss too much
Magazines say 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 shit 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
[Hook]
I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck 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 fuck 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”
[Outro: Jay Z]
I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck with me, uhh
I’m so gutter, ghetto girls
Heheh, (uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh), yeah
Uhh, yeah, fuck, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah
Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah
Brooklyn, yeah
[Intro] Back at'cha How we do Preemo, Jiggaman History in the making Let's go Ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh Uh-huh-uh-ugh, ugh I spit the murder-murder-murderous Muh-muh-muh-murderous shit Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-ugh I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, bitch! Feel me? Ugh I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook Uh-ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh, uh-ugh, uh-huh-ugh Yo
[Verse 1] Career crook; nobody rep Brooklyn like me Jiggaman, Volume 3: I'm back looking 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, niggas got the impression Everything I drop, out of the question Stop the guessing—it's hot Flows proving; I pack 'cause my dough's moving My whole crew up in this muh'fucker We spray corners; stand there like you got a cape on you Fine—you'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard-bottom The priest is like, "God's got him He never did nothing to nobody, but them boys shot him" Brandish iron, outlandish buying Bentley Coupes—not bragging, just simply the truth We all from the ghetto; only difference, we go back Back up in D&D on this Primo track—listen
[Chorus] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck 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 fuck 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" (Ugh)
[Verse 2] Wednesdays, I'm up in Shine; Cheetah's, Monday night I'm fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life So I'm cruising in the car with this bougie broad She said, "Jiggaman, you rich, take the do-rag off" Hit a U-turn: "Ma, I'm dropping you back off" Front of the club: "Jigga, why you do that for?" Thug nigga 'til the end—tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich Eighty-eight, been hustling; linen, been crushing 'em Women, been fucking 'em—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 shit Furthermore, ma— We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
[Chorus] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck 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 fuck 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" (Check it out now)
[Verse 3] I'm from the M-to-the-A-, baby, -R-C-Y So it's hard for me to let the larceny die Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards Just two big guns that'll body your squad Cause niggas be scheming on me—probably y'all Think Jigga's a joke, nigga? Hardy-har I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust Radio's gotta play me, though I cuss too much Magazines 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 shit that'll earn for them I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time 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! Hahahaha
[Chorus] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck 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 fuck 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" (Ugh, ugh)
[Outro] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me Ugh I'm so gutter, ghetto girls… Hahaha (Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh) Yeah Ugh, yeah, bump, yeah With me, yeah, biatch, yeah Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah Brooklyn, yeah
shyt was garbage to me
Pharoahe Monch was big with Simon Says. I see Imitation with the beat. WACK!!!!! Both released in 99.
My favorite song on the album!
Premo the Legend
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2023 who’s still bumpin with me?
I'd give anything to see jay come out live to this with the dreds gone fresh yankee fitted white tee
This beat still goes so fing hard
“JAY-Z!!!”
You can love me or love me because…
Premo track…Jay-Z killed it
Straight Brrroookklllyynnn!!!
Always wanted to hear this as an intro to a fire show
Lyrics
[Intro]
Back at'cha
How we do
Preemo, Jiggaman
History in the making
Let's go
Ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh
Uh-huh-uh-ugh, ugh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
Muh-muh-muh-murderous shit
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-ugh
I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, bitch! Feel me? Ugh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
Uh-ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh, uh-ugh, uh-huh-ugh
Yo
[Verse 1]
Career crook; nobody rep Brooklyn like me
Jiggaman, Volume 3: I'm back looking 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, niggas got the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question
Stop the guessing—it's hot
Flows proving; I pack 'cause my dough's moving
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners; stand there like you got a cape on you
Fine—you'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard-bottom
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothing to nobody, but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buying
Bentley Coupes—not bragging, just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto; only difference, we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track—listen
[Chorus]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck 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 fuck 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" (Ugh)
[Verse 2]
Wednesdays, I'm up in Shine; Cheetah's, Monday night
I'm fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life
So I'm cruising in the car with this bougie broad
She said, "Jiggaman, you rich, take the do-rag off"
Hit a U-turn: "Ma, I'm dropping you back off"
Front of the club: "Jigga, why you do that for?"
Thug nigga 'til the end—tell a friend, bitch
Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich
Eighty-eight, been hustling; linen, been crushing 'em
Women, been fucking 'em—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 shit
Furthermore, ma—
We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
[Chorus]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck 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 fuck 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" (Check it out now)
[Verse 3]
I'm from the M-to-the-A-, baby, -R-C-Y
So it's hard for me to let the larceny die
Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards
Just two big guns that'll body your squad
Cause niggas be scheming on me—probably y'all
Think Jigga's a joke, nigga? Hardy-har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me, though I cuss too much
Magazines 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 shit that'll earn for them
I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time
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!
Hahahaha
[Chorus]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck 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 fuck 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" (Ugh, ugh)
[Outro]
I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Ugh
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls… Hahaha
(Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh) Yeah
Ugh, yeah, bump, yeah
With me, yeah, biatch, yeah
Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah
Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah
Brooklyn, yeah
I can't believe people actually say that Wayne is better then jay.