n*gga What, n*gga Who (Originator ’99) lyrics

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Jadakiss


[Intro: Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
G-Geah, g-geah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland sh*t, nine-eight, biatch!
Say what, say what?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, follow me, biatch!

[Refrain: Amil (Jay-Z)]
n*gga, what?
n*gga, who? (Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me)
n*gga, what (Get ready, yo)
n*gga, who?
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t, though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
(Uh-huh uh-huh, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to po-po's, smoke 'em like coco
f*ck rap, coke by the boatload
f*ck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullsh*t, Glock with the full clip
Motherf*ckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a n*gga do a full flip
See the n*gga layin' shocked when the fool hit
Oh, hey ma, how you? Know n*ggas wanna buy you
But see, me? I wanna f*ck for free like Akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's tight, get the K-Y Jelly
All night, get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side 'til you say, "Jay-Z, you're too much for me."
[Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil)]
(n*gga, what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga, who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(n*gga, what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga, who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(n*gga, what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga, who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(n*gga, what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga, who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the motherf*ckin' Z

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes invented
So all I do is rap and sex—imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin' a TEC, never jam though
Never get hot, never run out of ammo
n*ggas hatin' and sh*t 'cause I slayed your b*tch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick, and now you
Actin' raw, but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your ho, wanna marry your ho
Now she's mad at me 'cause Your Majesty
Just happened to be a pimp—what a tragedy!
She want us to end 'cause I f*cked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I f*cked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in
I said, "sh*t, there's a draft, shut the door, b*tch, and come on in!"
[Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil)]
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the Z
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the motherf*ckin' Z

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Got a vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap n*ggas on Prozac get the bozack
n*ggas threw two at me, I threw four back, hold that
Let the dough stack
Way before Biggs had the gold Ac', Dame had the Lex black
Motherf*ckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that n*ggas invest in a vest
When I come through with the Glock, jet-black
You n*ggas step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my n*ggas, we invented the sh*t
I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O, finish this sh*t!
[Verse 4: Big Jaz (Jay-Z)]
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla, "Certainly"
I burn a n*gga like a third degree
See me shine so bright
n*gga, I'm my light, runnin' rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my n*gga Jigga
You fly-by-night, stop chirpin' B
Heavyweight's light work for me
For the time in this motherf*cker ain't nobody hurtin' me
What, cut your face in like surgery
Who the f*ck got a VS
f*ckin' BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N
Forever touchin', my work is beginnin', you’re endin'
n*gga, your style's no style, my style's hostile, c'mon
Faggot n*gga, down to take the gun home
The o-ri-gi-na-tor!
(Can't f*ck with it, can ya?!)

[Chorus: Jay-Z & (Amil)]
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the Z
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the Z
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the Z
(n*gga what?) Make you think you can f*ck with me
(n*gga who?) Recognize b*tch, Jay to the motherf*ckin' Z

[Refrain: Amil]
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't f*ck with this Roc-A-Fella sh*t though
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