Jigga My Nigga Lyrics - Jay-z

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind 

[Chorus] 

Now can I get an encore, do you want more 

Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy 

So for one last time I need y'all to roar 

Now what the hell are you waitin for 

After me, there shall be no more 

So for one last time, nigga make some noise 

[Verse One] 

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that 

The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at 

Can't none of y'all mirror me back 

Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime 

I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead 

Back to take over the globe, now break bread 

I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express 

Out the country but the blueberry still connect 

On the low but the yacht got a triple deck 

But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep 

Grand openin, grand closin 

God your man Hov' cracked the can open again 

Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen 

just draw off inspiration 

Soon you gon' see you can't replace him 

with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS 

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[Chorus] - 1/2 

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} 

[Verse Two] 

{*sighs*} Look what you made me do, look what I made for you 

Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you 

When you first come in the game, they try to play you 

Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you 

From Marcy to Madison Square 

To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) 

As fate would have it, Jay's status appears 

to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye 

When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 

It ain't to play games witchu 

It's to aim at you, probably maim you 

If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens 

Cocksucker take one for your team 

And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) 

I came, I saw, I conquered 

From record sales, to sold out concerts 

So muh'fucker if you want this encore 

I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore 

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[Interlude] 

OWWWW! It's star time 

This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys 

Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? 

Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man 

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage 

Say Hova, c'mon say it! 

HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? {*crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"*} 

Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! 

Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout 

They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga! 

[Jay-Z] 

I like the way this one feel 

It's so muh'fuckin soulful man! 

(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) 

Yeah {*crowd still chanting*} okay 

[Verse Three] 

So this here is the victory lap 

Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back 

After a year of them 16's, it's one point two 

And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two 

You wanted to gain attention new dudes 

I can get you BET and TRL too 

You wanna be in the public, send your budget 

Well fuck it, I ain't budgin! 

Young did it to death, you gotta love it 

Record companies told me I couldn't cut it 

Now look at me, all star-studded 

Golfer above par like I putted 

All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous 

How sick is this? 

You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust 

Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit 

A little somethin like this, WOO! 

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} 

{*piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly*}