So Ghetto

Back at'cha

How we do

Preemo, Jigga-Man

History in the makin'

Let's go

I spit the murder-murder-murderous, mur-mur-mu-murderous shit

I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta, g-g-g-gangsta, feel me?

I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook

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, **** 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 muh'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 nuttin' 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 **** till 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

**** see me in the streets with no bodyguards

Just two big guns that'll body your squad

'Cause **** be schemin' on me, probably are

Think Jigga's a joke, ****? 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

Yeah

Uhh, yeah, bump, yeah, with me, yeah, bitch, yeah

Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, ****, yeah

Brooklyn, yeah