Shyheim - Jiggy Comin Lyrics
Phone rings twice*Hello?(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone callIn a new york state correctional facilityPress five five to accept, or hang up to declineVerse one:Whattup gangstas, how tha ***** yall feelWe keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steelLet them caps peel, one by oneAnd laugh while the nig runHe shoulda been packin his gun, now he goneCuz he got slippin like an old *****In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitchTo tha police, but them no worry me sonI aint trying to get back itd be my third felonyPataki he want to see us, criminals fryIn the electric chair, but my spirit will never dieA true project nigga, I wont hesitateTo pull the blaow, peace to all busy niggazOne love yall stay safeAnd ***** you, officer brown, peace to that nigga caseChorus: repeat 4xWhoo whooJiggy comin, ***** tha police yall, cuz I aint runninVerse two:All yall police can suck my diiiiiiickAnd mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of shitI represent, for all my niggaz doing timeAnd those who got beat up and killed by the swineBeo-tches, them porks, beotchThem think them bad, cuz they carry, glocks and badgesAnd when Im pimpin in my green acuraThey pull me over, like I stole it from some niggaBut all my paperwork is legitRegistered insured in my name, so yall pigs can shitPolice be *****in me like Im some dime pieceA g from the street so I can never turn beastChorusVerse three:Theres crooked cops, thats why they get shot by tha minuteIf you were criminal and you ready to represent, kidBlaow, thats how I like it, word is bondMy hair aint blonde my eyes aint blue so now Im dead booIts on like this is war, all my brothers in the hoodI gots fam thats constant understand I wish they wouldBut its all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jailBushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and aleDown low wrecka and junior be on stormKeep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know Im gonnaAnd for my niggaz doin six monthsI see yo ass next summer, word upChorus
