[Jay-Z]
  Back at'cha
  How we do
  Primo, Jigga-Man
  History in the making
  Let's go
    Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
  Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
  I spit the murder-murder-murderous
  Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
  Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
  I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
  Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
  I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
  Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh
  Uh-huh-UHH
    Yo.. career crook, nobody rap 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, niggaz got the impression
  everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin
  it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
  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 braggin 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: Jay-Z {scratching by DJ Premier}]
    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"
    [Jay-Z]
  Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night
  I'm fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at Life
  So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad
  She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"
  Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin 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 hustlin, linen been crushin em
  Women been fuckin them 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 Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn
  Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
    [Chorus]
    [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
  Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
  just two big guns that'll body your squad
  Could niggaz 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
  Magazine 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 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..
    [Chorus]
    [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, funk, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah
  Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz, yeah
  Brooklyn, yeah