N***a What, N***a Who (Originator 99) [feat. Big Jaz]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, g-geah, g-geah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uh-huh, uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight, biatch
Say what? Say what? Uh-huh, uh-huh, follow me, biatch
Nigga, what?
Nigga, who? (Y'all niggas can't fuck with me)
Nigga, what (get ready, yo)
Nigga, who?
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to po-po's, smoke 'em like coco
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshit, Glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin' shocked when the fool hit
Oh, hey ma, how you? Know niggas wanna buy you
But see, me? I wanna fuck 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"
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is 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 high, never run out of ammo
Niggas hatin' and shit 'cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're 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 with a tragedy
She wanted us to end 'cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit
There's a draft, shut the door, bitch, and come on in"
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch
Got a vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggas on Prozac get the bozack
Niggas 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
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that niggas invest in a vest
When I come through with the Glock, jet-black
You niggas step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggas, we invented the shit
I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O, finish this shit
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla, "Certainly"
I burn a nigga like a third degree
See me shine so bright, nigga, I'm my light (I'm my light)
Runnin' rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-night, stop chirpin', B
Heavyweight's light work for me
For the time in this motherfucker, ain't nobody hurtin' me
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS? Fuckin' BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the CNN
Forever touchin', my work is beginnin', you're endin'
Nigga, your style's no style, my style's hostile, come on
Faggot nigga, down to take the gun home
The Originator (can't fuck with it, can ya?)
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, biatch
Yo, switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, Roc-A-Fella shit (uh-huh)
Jaz-O, Jigga, Amil-ion
Yo, switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though (bounce)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, g-geah, g-geah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, g-geah, g-geah, Jigga
Yo, switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uh-huh, uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight, biatch
Say what? Say what? Uh-huh, uh-huh, follow me, biatch
Nigga, what?
Nigga, who? (Y'all niggas can't fuck with me)
Nigga, what (get ready, yo)
Nigga, who?
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Spit your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to po-po's, smoke 'em like coco
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshit, Glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin' shocked when the fool hit
Oh, hey ma, how you? Know niggas wanna buy you
But see, me? I wanna fuck 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"
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is 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 high, never run out of ammo
Niggas hatin' and shit 'cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're 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 with a tragedy
She wanted us to end 'cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit
There's a draft, shut the door, bitch, and come on in"
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch
Got a vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggas on Prozac get the bozack
Niggas 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
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that niggas invest in a vest
When I come through with the Glock, jet-black
You niggas step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggas, we invented the shit
I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O, finish this shit
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla, "Certainly"
I burn a nigga like a third degree
See me shine so bright, nigga, I'm my light (I'm my light)
Runnin' rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-night, stop chirpin', B
Heavyweight's light work for me
For the time in this motherfucker, ain't nobody hurtin' me
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS? Fuckin' BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the CNN
Forever touchin', my work is beginnin', you're endin'
Nigga, your style's no style, my style's hostile, come on
Faggot nigga, down to take the gun home
The Originator (can't fuck with it, can ya?)
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, bitch
(Nigga, what?) Make you think you can fuck with me?
(Nigga, who?) Recognize, biatch
Yo, switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, Roc-A-Fella shit (uh-huh)
Jaz-O, Jigga, Amil-ion
Yo, switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though (bounce)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, g-geah, g-geah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, g-geah, g-geah, Jigga
Yo, switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit, though
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley, Jonathan A. Burks
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro - Hand It Down (feat. Memphis Bleek)
- Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
- If I Should Die (feat. Da Ranjahz)
- Ride Or Die
- N***a What, N***a Who (Originator 99) [feat. Big Jaz]
- Money, Cash, Hoes (feat. DMX)
- A Week Ago (feat. Too $hort)
- Coming of Age (Da Sequel) [feat. Memphis Bleek]
- Can I Get A... (feat. Amil & Ja Rule)
- Paper Chase (feat. Foxy Brown)
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