Shyheim is a rapper from Staten Island, and is a member of the Wu-Tang Kill… Read Full Bio ↴Shyheim is a rapper from Staten Island, and is a member of the Wu-Tang Killa Beez. He shot straight onto the scene with his debut Single On & On in 1993. A year later, only 14 years of age, he released his debut album, AKA The Rugged Child. Lyrically, he impressed rappers with a skill level that would make any hip-hop fan forget about his age altogether. As a native of Staten Island, NY, Shyheim even spent time living with Wu-Tang member Ghostface Killah. Shyheim released his second LP, The Lost Generation, in 1996. The acclaimed Manchild followed in 1999.

Discography:
AKA the Rugged Child (1994)
The Lost Generation (1996)
Manchild (1999)
The Greatest Story Never Told (2004)
Disrespectfully Speaking (2009)

Jiggy Comin'
Shyheim Lyrics

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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 ya'll 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
Cuz 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, cuz I ain't runnin

Verse Two:

All ya'll 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, cuz 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 ya'll 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 cuz you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz doin six months
I see yo ass next summer, word up

Chorus

Overall Meaning

The song "Jiggy Comin'" by Shyheim is a powerful statement against police brutality and corruption. The song opens with a phone call announcing a collect call from a New York state correctional facility, setting the tone for the themes of incarceration that permeate the song. The first verse features Shyheim dropping bars about life on the streets, warning against slipping up and ending up in jail. He also makes a pointed reference to Governor Pataki's aggressive stance on crime, which many felt targeted black and brown communities. Shyheim asserts his own resilience, claiming that his spirit will never die, and ends the verse with a shoutout to fellow busy niggaz (a reference to Wu-Tang Clan's "protect ya neck" catchphrase).

The chorus, "Whoo whoo, jiggy comin', fuck tha police y'all, cuz I ain't runnin'" is a bold and defiant statement of resistance against state violence. Shyheim continues his criticism of the police in the second verse, dismissing Giuliani as a "cracker boy" and advocating for his own right to drive his green Acura without being harassed by cops. He ends the verse with the declaration that he can never be turned into a "beast" by the police, maintaining his own sense of moral integrity.

The final verse of the song is perhaps the most political, as Shyheim calls out the corruption of the police and calls for resistance to their brutality. He shouts out his incarcerated friends and associates, telling them to keep their heads up and stay true to themselves. The song ends with a final chorus, emphasizing the unbreakable spirit of resistance against oppressive state power.

Line by Line Meaning

Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck ya'll feel
Greeting fellow gang members, how are you all feeling today?

We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
We are staying true to our gangster lifestyle and holding onto our weapons.

Let them caps peel, one by one
Let the gunshots ring out, one by one.

And laugh while the nig run
And laugh while the victim runs away.

He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
The victim should have been armed, but now he is dead.

Cuz he got slippin like an old bitch
Because he was careless like an old woman.

in the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
In the stairwell, now watch the victim's friend tell the police.

to tha police, but them no worry me son
To the police, but they cannot worry me, son.

I ain't trying to get back it'd be my third felony
I am not trying to go back to prison, it would be my third felony conviction.

Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
Governor Pataki wants to see us, criminals, fry.

in the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die.

A true project nigga, I won't hesitate
I am a true projects gang member, I will not hesitate to use violence.

to pull the BLAOW, peace to all busy niggaz
To shoot my gun, peace to all busy gang members.

One love y'all stay safe
I love you all, stay safe.

And fuck you, Officer Brown, peace to that nigga Case
And screw you, Officer Brown, peace to that gang member Case.

All ya'll police can suck my diiiiiiick
All of you police officers can perform oral sex on me.

and Mayor Gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit
And Mayor Giuliani, that white boy is full of lies.

I represent, for all my niggaz doing time
I represent all of my fellow gang members who are currently incarcerated.

And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
And those who were beaten and killed by the police.

Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
Bitches, police officers, bitch.

Them think them bad, cuz they carry, glocks and badges
They think they are tough because they carry guns and badges.

And when I'm pimpin in my green Acura
And when I am driving my green Acura while engaging in criminal activity.

They pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga
They pull me over, assuming I stole the car from another gang member.

But all my paperwork is legit
But all of my documentation for the car is legal and valid.

Registered insured in my name, so ya'll pigs can shit
Registered and insured in my name, so you police officers can go to hell.

Police be cockin me like I'm some dime piece
Police officers treat me unfairly, like I am a prostitute.

a G from the street so I can never turn beast
I am a gangster from the streets, so I can never turn into a snitch.

There's crooked cops, that's why they get shot by tha minute
There are corrupt police officers, which is why they get shot frequently.

If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
If you are a criminal and ready to represent the gang, kid.

blaow, that's how I like it, word is bond
Shoot your gun, that's how I like it, I swear it's true.

My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo
My appearance does not fit the typical American look, so I am at risk of being killed by the police.

It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
We are at war, all of my fellow gang members in the neighborhood.

I gots fam that's constant understand I wish they would
I have family members who are involved in the gang, and I wish they were more active.

but it's all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jail
But it is all good, peace to my fellow gang members who are currently incarcerated.

Bushy Kam, Killa Kane, Fogey Foo, and Ale
Shoutout to my fellow gang members, Bushy Kam, Killa Kane, Fogey Foo, and Ale.

Down Low Wrecka and Junior be on storm
Down Low Wrecka and Junior are causing trouble and attracting attention.

Keep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know I'm gonna
Stay strong and true to the gang lifestyle because I will do the same.

And for my niggaz doin six months
And for my fellow gang members who are serving six months in prison.

I see yo ass next summer, word up
I will see you next summer, I am sending you my regards.

WhOO WhOO
Sound of a siren.

Jiggy comin, fuck tha police y'all, cuz I ain't runnin
I am coming, ready to fight against the police because I am not running away.

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