So Ghetto

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

Career crook; nobody rep Brooklyn like me

Jiggaman, Volume 3: I'm back lookin' like me

Stop the presses; baby girls, drop your dresses

BK, 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 Preemo track—listen

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 3]

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!

Hahahaha

[Chorus]

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)

[Outro]

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, Preemo, yeah

Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah

Brooklyn, yeah