JAY-Z - So Ghetto lyrics

Back at'cha how we do
Preemo, Jiggaman history in the making
Let's go ugh, uh huh uh-ugh
Uh huh uh-ugh, ugh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
Muh-muh-muh-murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh-ugh
I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, bitch! Feel me? Ugh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
Uh-ugh, uh huh uh-ugh, uh-ugh, uh huh-ugh yo

Career crook nobody rep Brooklyn like me
Jiggaman, 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 guessing it's hot
Flows proving I pack 'cause my dough's moving
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners stand there like you
Got a cape on you
Fine you'll be wearing a black
Suit a long time
I put your crew in hard-bottom
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothing to nobody
But them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buying
Bentley Coupes not bragging
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" (Ugh)

Wednesdays, I'm up in Shine Cheetah's
Monday night
I'm fucking with the model chicks
Friday night at Life
So I'm cruisin' in the car
With this bougie broad
She said, "Jiggaman, you rich
Take the do rag off"
Hit a U turn: "Ma, I'm dropping 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
Eighty-eight, been hustling linen
Been crushing 'em
Women, been fucking '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"
(Check it out now)

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 y'all
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 said 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! Ha ha haha

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"
(Ugh, ugh)

I'm so gangsta
Prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me ugh
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls hahaha
(Ugh, ugh, uh huh uh-ugh) yeah
Ugh, yeah, bump, yeah
With me, yeah, biatch, yeah
Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah
Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah brooklyn, yeah