Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - So Ghetto

[Jay-Z]
Back atcha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Lets go

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
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
Uh-huh-UHH

Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, Im 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, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin
its hot, flows provin I pack cause my doughs movin
My whole crew up in this muhfucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
Youll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like, "Gods 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

Chorus: Jay-Z {scratching by DJ Premier}

Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well.." "..by the name of Jigga"
Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me
"You can love me or hate me.." "..Jay-Z"
Im so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"

[Jay-Z]
Wednesdays Im up in Shine, Cheetahs Monday night
Im fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at light
So Im cruisin in the car with this boozy broad
She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"
Hit a U-turn; ma Im droppin you back off
Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
Wont change for no paper plus I been rich
Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em
Women been fuckin 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 shit
Furthermore ma..
We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess Im just the same old Shawn

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Im from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
So its hard for me to let the larceny die
Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
just two big guns thatll body your squad
Could niggaz be scheamin on me? Probably are
Think Jiggas a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radios gotta play me though I cuss too much
Magazine said Im 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 thatll earn for them
I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist
iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace"
Im ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders
Im hot.. hehehehe..

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Im so gangsta prissy chicks dont wanna fuck with me, uhh
Im 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
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