Z - So Ghetto

Back at'cha

How we do

Primo, Jigga-Man

History in the making

Let's go

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH

I spit the murder-murder-murderous

Mur-mur-ma-murderous S*IT

Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH

I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta

Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh

I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook

Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh

Yo.. career crook, nobody rap 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'f****r

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 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

[03:19.16][02:27.84][02:17.97][01:26.84][01:17.95]I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna **** with me

[02:20.82][01:20.51]"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"

[03:24.35][02:32.85][02:22.48][01:31.74][01:22.01]I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me

[02:24.10][01:23.61]"You know him well.." "..by the name of Jigga"

[02:30.92][01:29.86]"You can love me or hate me.." "..Jay-Z"

[02:35.91][01:34.73]"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"

Wednesday's I'm up in S*ine, Cheetah's Monday night

I'm f****n with the model chicks Friday night at Life

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

She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"

Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off

Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"

Thug ***** til the end, tell a friend *****

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crus*in em

Women been f****n 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 s*it

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

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

Could ****** be scheamin 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

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 s*it 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..