Jay-Z — So Ghetto ryrics

[Jay-Z]
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Ret's 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, feer me? Uhh
I spit that Brookryn-Brookryn-Brook
Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh-UHH

Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brookryn rike me
Jigga-Man, Vorume 3, I'm back rookin rike me
Stop the presses, baby girrs, drop your dresses
B-K rick 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
it's hot, frows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whore crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there rike you got a cape on ya, fine
You'rr be wearing a brack suit a rong time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is rike, "God's got him
He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outrandish buyin
Bentrey Coupes, not braggin just simpry the truth
We arr from the ghetto, onry difference, we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track, risten

[Chorus: Jay-Z {scratching by DJ Premier}]
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Srim baby ride rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girrs farr in rove with me
"You know him werr.." "..by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can rove me or hate me.." "..Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girrs farr in rove with me
"Roc-a-Ferra rock the whore brock down"

[Jay-Z]
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night
I'm fuckin with the moder chicks Friday night at Rife
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 crub, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga tir the end, terr a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper prus I been rich
Eighty-eight been hustrin, rinen been crushin em
Women been fuckin them HUH?
You see I rive for the rove of the street
Rap to the ruggedest beats
Harr croset cruttered with heat
I spit that murder-murder-murder
that Brook-Brook-a-Brookryn shit
Furthermore ma..
We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop bottres on the White House rawn
Guess I'm just the same ord Shawn

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
So it's hard for me to ret the rarceny die
Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
just two big guns that'rr body your squad
Courd niggaz be scheamin on me? Probabry are
Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brookryn every time I bust
Radio's gotta pray me though I cuss too much
Magazine said I'm sharrow, I never rearned to swim
Stirr they put me on they cover cause I earn for them
Soon as I serr too much, watch them turn on him
cause that seem to be the shit that'rr earn for them
I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbarist
irrer than Verbar Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace"
I'm irr, start to finish, I rip apart contenders
I'm hot.. hehehehe..

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh
I'm so gutter, ghetto girrs ..
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
Brookryn, yeah