Back at’cha
How we do
Premo Jigga man
History in the making
Let’s go
Uh uh huh uh uh huh uh uh
I spit the murder murder murderous
Mu mu murderous shit uh uh uh
I keep it gangsta gangsta ga ga gangsta fit feel me?
I spit tha Brooklyn uh uh uh uh huh uh

Yo career crook
Nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga man volume three
I’m packed looking like me
Stop the presses
Baby girls drop your dresses
BK lick a shot for Big Pop in heaven
Ever since I came through
Niggas got the impression
Every thing I drop out of the question
Stop the guessing, it’s hot
Flows proven I pack cause my dough’s movin’
My whole crew up in this muthafucka
We spray corners
Standing there like you got a cape on ya
Fine, you’ll be wearing the black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottom
To pieces like God’s got ‘em
He never did nothing to nobody but them boys shot ‘em
Brandish iron, outlandish buying
Bentley Coups, not bragging just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto
Only difference we go back
Back up in DND on this Premo track
Listen,

I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck with me
Ice burg, slim baby ride rims
I’m so gutta, 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 gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-fella lock the whole block down

Wednesday I’m up to shine, cheaters Monday night
I’m fucking with the model chicks Friday night at light
So I’m cruisin’ in the car with this boozy broad
Said Jigga man 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 till the end tell her friend bitch
Won’t change for no paper plus I’ve 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-br-brooklyn shit
Furthermore ma, we tote guns to the Grammy’s
Pop bottles on the White House lawn
I’m guess I’m just the same ol’ Shawn

I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck with me
Ice burg, slim baby ride rims
I’m so gutta, 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 gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-fella lock the whole block down

I’m from the M to the A baby R-C-Y
So it’s hard for me to let velocity die
Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguard
Just two big guns that’ll body your squad
Cause niggas be schemin’ on me, probably y’all
Being Jigga’s a joke nigga, hardy-ha
I spit Brook-brook-brooklyn every time I bust
Radios gotta play me though I cuss too much
Magazines say I’m shallow I never learned to swim
Still they put me on their cover cause I earn for them
As soon as I sell too much watch ‘em turn on him
Cause that seem to be the shit that I earn from them
I spit that murder-murder-murderous
Every time I verbal this
Iller than verbal Guinness or old dog a menace
I’m ill start to finish
I rip apart contenders I’m hot

I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck with me
Ice burg, slim baby ride rims
I’m so gutta, 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 gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-fella lock the whole block down
I’m so gangsta prissy chicks don’t wanna fuck with me
I’m so gutta, ghetto girls huh? uh, uh yeah, uh yeah
Bump, yeah, with me, yeah, bitch, yeah, Jigga, yeah, Premo
Yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah, Brooklyn, yeah