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