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5. Jay-z Featuring Jaz-o and Amil - N***a What, N***a Who[Explicit]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Amil
Amil
Additional Vocals
Big Jaz
Big Jaz
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Burks
Jonathan Burks
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Todd Wachmuth
Todd Wachmuth
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Roc-A-Fella, y'all, uh-huh, uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland ****, '98, biatch
Say what, say what? Uh-huh, uh-huh, follow me, ****
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, **** wanna act loco?
Hit 'em with numerous shots with the four-four
**** wanna talk to po-po's, smoke 'em like coco
**** rap, coke by the boatload
****, on the run by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your ****, Glock with the full clip
**** better duck when the fool spit
[Verse 2]
One shot could make a **** do a full flip
Seen a **** laying shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you know **** wanna buy you?
But see me, I wanna **** for free like Akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's tight, get the KY Jelly
All night, get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, till you say, "Jay-Z, you're too much for me"
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Jay to the Z
****, what?
Recognize, ****, Jay to the Z
[Chorus]
****, what?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
[Verse 3]
Got a condo with nothing 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 flowing on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blasting a TEC, never jam though
Never get hot, never run out of ammo
**** hating and **** 'cause I slayed your ****
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
[Verse 4]
And now you're acting raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your ****, wanna marry your ****
Now she's mad at me 'cause your Majesty
Just happened to be a pimp, what a tragedy
She want us to end 'cause I **** her friend
She gave me one more chance and I **** her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "****"
"There's a draft, shut the door, ****, and come on in"
[Chorus]
Jay to the Z
****, what?
Jay to the Z
[Chorus]
****, what?
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 5]
Got a vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap **** on Prozac get the bozack
**** threw two at me, I threw four back
Hold that, let the dough stack
Way before Bigs had the gold Ac', Dame had the Lex', black
****, what? wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that **** invest in a vest when I come through
With the Glock, jet black, you **** step back
I'm the best at you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my ****, we invented the ****
I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O finish this ****
[Verse 6]
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say, "Word", to me
The population holla certainly
I burn a **** like a third degree, see me shine so bright
****, I'm my light, running ruling with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my ****, Jigga
You fly-by-nights, stop chirping B
Heavyweight's light work for me
For the time in this ****, ain't nobody hurting me
[Verse 7]
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who the **** got a VS?
**** BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed in the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N
Forever touching my work is beginning, you're ending
****, your style's no style, my style's hostile
Come on, **** **** down to take the gun home
The originator
[Outro]
Don't switch ya flow, get ya dough
Can't **** with this **** ****, though
Don't switch ya flow, get ya dough
Written by: JAY-Z, Jonathan Burks, Timbaland
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