So Ghetto

Back at'cha

How we do

Primo, Jigga-Man

History in the makin'

Let's go

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh

Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh

I spit the murder-murder-murderous

Mur-mur-ma-murderous shit

Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-uhh

I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta

Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, feel me? Uhh

I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook

Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh

Uh-huh-uhh

Yo

Career crook, nobody rep Brooklyn like me

Jigga Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin' like me

Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses

B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in Heaven

Ever since I came through, niggas got the impression

Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'

It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'

My whole crew up in this mo'fucker

We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine

You'll be wearin' a black suit a long time

I put your crew in hard bottoms

The priest is like, "God's got him

He never did nothin' to nobody but them boys shot him"

Brandish iron, outlandish buyin'

Bentley Coupes, not braggin' just simply the truth

We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back

Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

"Iceberg Slim, baby ride rims"

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

"You know him well, by the name of Jigga"

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

"You can love me or hate me-", "Jay-Z"

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

"Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down"

Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night

I'm fuckin' with the model chicks Friday night at Life

So I'm cruisin' in the car with this bougie broad

She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the du-rag off"

Hit a U-turn, "Ma I'm droppin' you back off"

Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"

Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend bitch

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

'88 been hustlin', linen been crushin' 'em

Women been fuckin' 'em, huh?

You see I live for the love of the street

Rap to the ruggedest beats

Hall closet cluttered with heat

I spit that murder-murder-murder

That Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit, furthermore ma

We tote guns to the Grammys

Pop bottles on the White House lawn

Guess I'm just the same old Shawn

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

"Iceberg Slim, baby ride rims"

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

"You know him well, by the name of Jigga"

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

"You can love me or hate me-", "Jay-Z"

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

"Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down"

I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y

So it's hard for me to let the larceny die

Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards

Just two big guns that'll body your squad

'Cause niggas be schemin' on me, probably are

Think Jigga's a joke, nigga? Hardy har

I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust

Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much

Magazines say I'm shallow, I never learned to swim

Still they put me on they cover 'cause I earn for them

Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him

'Cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them

I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time a verbalist

Iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in Menace

I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders

I'm hot!

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

"Iceberg Slim, baby ride rims"

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

"You know him well, by the name of Jigga"

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

"You can love me or hate me-", "Jay-Z"

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

"Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down"

I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh

I'm so gutter, ghetto girls

(Uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh), yeah

Uhh, yeah, fuck, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah

Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah

Brooklyn, yeah