Jiggy Comin Lyrics - Singles - Shyheim

Phone rings twice* 

Hello? 

(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone call 

In a new york state correctional facility 

Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline 

Verse one: 

Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel 

We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel 

Let them caps peel, one by one 

And laugh while the nig run 

He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone 

'cause he got slippin like an old bitch 

In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch 

To tha police, but them no worry me son 

I ain't trying to get back it'd be my third felony 

Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry 

In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die 

A true project nigga, I won't hesitate 

To pull the blaow, peace to all busy niggaz 

One love y'all stay safe 

And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga case 

Chorus: repeat 4x 

Whoo whoo 

Jiggy comin, fuck tha police y'all, 'cause I ain't runnin 

Verse two: 

All y'all police can suck my diiiiiiick 

And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit 

I represent, for all my niggaz doing time 

And those who got beat up and killed by the swine 

Beo-tches, them porks, beotch 

Them think them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and badges 

And when I'm pimpin in my green acura 

They pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga 

But all my paperwork is legit 

Registered insured in my name, so y'all pigs can shit 

Police be cockin me like I'm some dime piece 

A g from the street so I can never turn beast 

Chorus 

Verse three: 

There's crooked cops, that's why they get shot by tha minute 

If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid 

Blaow, that's how I like it, word is bond 

My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo 

It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood 

I gots fam that's constant understand I wish they would 

But it's all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jail 

Bushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale 

Down low wrecka and junior be on storm 

Keep your headz up, and keep it real 'cause you know I'm gonna 

And for my niggaz doin six months 

I see yo ass next summer, word up 

Chorus