Jay-Z & Amil-lion :

Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Nigga what, nigga who? Niggas can't fuck with me
Nigga what, nigga who? They ain't ready yet
Switcha flow, getcha dough Uh-huh uh-huh
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough Yeah, yeah
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

Motherfuckers wanna act loco,
Hit em wit, numerous, shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin' to the popo's, smoke 'em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit

One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin' shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggas wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free like Akinyele

Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, till you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

(With Amil-lion):
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z

Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroll
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette

Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggas hatin' 'n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick

And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy

She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

Gotta friend that even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggas on Prozac get the bozack
Niggas threw two at me I threw fo' back, hold that

Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed, where you rest at

I suggest that, niggas invest, in a vest, when I come through
With the glock jet black, you niggas step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggas we invented the shit

I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O finish this shit

Jaz-O:
Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly
I burn a nigga like a third degree
See me shine so bright, nigga I'm my light
Runnin' all over with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweights type work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin' me
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Leave the info, Jaz on the seat, and then
Forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile
C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home
O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (Can't fuck with it can ya?!)

Chorus (with variations)
[Amil-lion] * repeat to fade *
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe