Jay-Z - So ghetto

Back atcha How we do Premo Jigga man History in the making Lets go Uh uh huh uh uh huh uh uh I spit the murder murder murderous Mu mu murderous shit uh uh uh I keep it gangsta gangsta ga ga gangsta fit feel me? I spit tha Brooklyn uh uh uh uh huh uh Yo career crook Nobody rap Brooklyn like me Jigga man volume three Im packed looking like me Stop the presses Baby girls drop your dresses BK lick a shot for Big Pop in heaven Ever since I came through Niggas got the impression Every thing I drop out of the question Stop the guessing, its hot Flows proven I pack cause my doughs movin My whole crew up in this muthafucka We spray corners Standing there like you got a cape on ya Fine, youll be wearing the black suit a long time I put your crew in hard bottom To pieces like Gods got em He never did nothing to nobody but them boys shot em Brandish iron, outlandish buying Bentley Coups, not bragging just simply the truth We all from the ghetto Only difference we go back Back up in DND on this Premo track Listen, Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me Ice burg, slim baby ride rims Im so gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me (You know him well) By the name of Jigga Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me You can love me or hate me (Jay-Z) Im so gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me Roc-a-fella lock the whole block down Wednesday Im up to shine, cheaters Monday night Im fucking with the model chicks Friday night at light So Im cruisin in the car with this boozy broad Said Jigga man you rich take the do-rag off Hit a u-turn, ma Im dropping you back off Front of the club, Jigga why you do that for? Thug nigga till the end tell her friend bitch Wont change for no paper plus Ive 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-br-brooklyn shit Furthermore ma, we tote guns to the Grammys Pop bottles on the White House lawn Im guess Im just the same ol Shawn Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me Ice burg, slim baby ride rims Im so gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me (You know him well) By the name of Jigga Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me You can love me or hate me (Jay-Z) Im so gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me Roc-a-fella lock the whole block down Im from the M to the A baby R-C-Y So its hard for me to let velocity die Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguard Just two big guns thatll body your squad Cause niggas be schemin on me, probably yall Being Jiggas a joke nigga, hardy-ha I spit Brook-brook-brooklyn every time I bust Radios gotta play me though I cuss too much Magazines say Im shallow I never learned to swim Still they put me on their cover cause I earn for them As soon as I sell too much watch em turn on him Cause that seem to be the shit that I earn from them I spit that murder-murder-murderous Every time I verbal this Iller than verbal Guinness or old dog a menace Im ill start to finish I rip apart contenders Im hot Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me Ice burg, slim baby ride rims Im so gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me (You know him well) By the name of Jigga Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me You can love me or hate me (Jay-Z) Im so gutta, ghetto girls fall in love with me Roc-a-fella lock the whole block down Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me Im so gutta, ghetto girls huh? uh, uh yeah, uh yeah Bump, yeah, with me, yeah, bitch, yeah, Jigga, yeah, Premo Yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah, Brooklyn, yeah