So Ghetto JAY-Z

[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