So Ghetto

So Ghetto - Jay-Z

Written by：Steve Cropper/Jay-Z/Buddy Miles/Chris Martin/Shawn Carter/DJ Premier

Back at'cha

How we do

Primo jigga man

History in the making

Let's go

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I spit the murder murder murderous

Mur mur ma murderous sh*t

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I keep the gangsta gangsta gangsta

Gah gah ga gangsta beat feel me uhh

I spit that Brooklyn Brooklyn brook

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Yo career crook nobody rap Brooklyn like me

Jigga man volume 3 I'm back looking 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 niggaz 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'f**ker

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

You'll be wearing a black suit a long time

I put your crew in hard bottoms

The priest is like god's got him

He never did nutting 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**king with the model chicks Friday night at life

So I'm cruising in the car with this boozy broad

She said jigga man you rich take the doo rag off

Hit a you turn ma I'm dropping you back off

Front of the club jigga why you do that for

Thug ni**a til the end tell a friend b**ch

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

Eighty eight been hustling linen been crushing em

Women been f**king them 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 sh*t

Furthermore ma

We tote guns to the grammy's pop bottles on the white house lawn

Guess I'm just the same old shawn

I'm from the m to the a baby r c y

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 f**k 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

Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards

Just two big guns that'll body your squad

Could niggaz be scheaming on me probably are

Think jigga's a joke ni**a hardy har

I spit brook brook Brooklyn every time I bust

Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much

Magazine 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 sh*t that'll earn for them

I spit that murder murder murderous everytime 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 hehehehe

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna f**k 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 f**k with me

You can love me or hate me Jay-Z

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

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna f**k with me

I'm so gutter ghetto girls

Heheh uhh uhh uh huh uh uhh yeah

Uhh yeah funk yeah with me yeah beyotch yeah

Jigga yeah primo yeah gangsta yeah niggaz yeah

Brooklyn yeah