[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