Jigga That n*gga Freestyle (Beanie Sigel & Roc-A-Fella Records Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss]
Ruff Ryders
Ryde or die motherf*cker
What's f*ckin' wit that?
We gon' catch a lotta more felonies this year
You know, a lotta more car jackin'
Gon' beat a lotta n*ggas down
It's a special D-Block delivery ya heard

[Sheek Louch]
Yeah
D-Block (Yeah)
What up?!

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
See this faggot gon' have Sheek catch a case (huh)
Stupid, I spit beer in your face (stupid)
My di*k out in front ya b*tch while you eatin' wit her
Straight disrespect, hawk in ya neck
And this back and forth sh*t is gay
Y'all don't really wanna play 'cause y'all wouldn't rap about it
Be careful when the club is crowded (no doubt)
Three or four drinks, n*ggas a have blood on ya minks
I ain't tryna do this sh*t all night (nah), let's fight
Pull the guns out, put them boxin' gloves down
We'll see if you can last this round f*ckin' clown
Hold up, yo, yo I don't give a f*ck what you drive or what b*tch you screw
Punch n*ggas in the face gettin' interviewed
Or I might shank ya face, one or the other
And you never gon' see me like Tigger's mother
Shut the f*ck up and make ya songs
Keep my name far from your mouth
'Fore they find ya body in the woods somewhere far from ya mouth
What, what
[Verse 2: Styles P & Jadakiss]
Awk you 'bout to cough up blood, you got a hard head
So I'ma make it soft and gushy (di*khead)
Would say the n*gga name but he far from the The Truth
You a b*tch c*cksucker (y'all know that as*h*le) and your boss is pus*y
This n*gga wanna say my name, better get a gun
Plan to use it, wanna play my game
You could put cha frame on it
And tell your momma that her boy got a bullet wit a f*ckin' name on it (b*tch)
You wanna pray ta God, he wanna play the God
Get the syrup and Cris, I'll be slayin' y'all, ride when you push me
And all I see when y'all n*ggas throw up ya sign is upside pus*y (faggots)
f*ck wit P, I leave you upside pus*y (ha ha ha)
Head on the ground, feet in the air (what)
P style, wherever I see you I'm leavin' you there (right there)
I don't ask for forgiveness (hell no)
I'ma boss so I just tell my soldier to go blast at the witness
Dog you know half of me and half of the business (that's right)
Holiday, recognize the n*gga and the name, (uh) I give the bullets (yea) out like gifts, (uh) like I had (yo) them for Christmas

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I ain't the R but I'm ready to build and n*ggas is ready to die only 'cause they ain't ready ta kill
But this is a man's world, y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' wit Kiss I see to it you visit ya man **speeding car sound effect**
You can find out if the gates is pearly (guess who)
Bang bang D-Block gang n*gga, early
Time that we get on n*ggas (uh huh)
Bean just make you fart, (what) Kiss really sh*t on n*ggas
Y'all got all the bucks why y'all mad? (why?)
'Cause we love ta stab (yeah) and we f*ck n*ggas up bad (f*ck 'em up)
And everybody keep chrome (uh huh) but chu ain't never had a knife in ya cheek bone (never, never)
Who want what and where they want it at
You know where to find me in a Chinese store wit a hunnid sack
Think it's a game, (think it's a game 'till them thangs come out) 'till ya mom's pull that white sheet back off and when she think it's a shame (uh)
Throw joints, throw slugs and we throw darts (yea)
Y'all n*ggas got platinum mouths and gold hearts (uh)
Talk but when coke go up, (what)
Papi spot is like homeroom, y'all n*ggas don't show up (where they at)
This is fishscale over here, that's blow up
Be an adult for once b*tch ass grow up
I just wanna see hawk to muscle, I don't wanna have a meetin' (uh-uh)
And I don't wanna talk to Russell
What the f*ck y'all n*ggas gon' tell Kiss (nuttin')
Catch me bangin' R3 n*gga in the SL 6 (ha ha haaa)
b*tch
Double R baby (that's right), D-Block
In The R We Trust
It's all lovely
It's right