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