So Ghetto
Jay-Z Lyrics


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Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let'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, 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, 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, niggaz 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'fucker
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

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"

Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night
I'm fuckin 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 nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
Won't 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 Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess I'm just the same old Shawn

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"

I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
So it's hard for me to let the larceny die
Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
just two big guns that'll body your squad
Could niggaz be scheamin on me? Probably are
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
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 shit 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

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"

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh
I'm 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "So Ghetto" by Jay-Z are a reflection of the rapper's pride in his Brooklyn roots and his tough persona. The song begins with the rapper expressing his skills in rapping with a menacing flow, promising to deliver sultry beats that will leave listeners in awe. In the first verse, Jay-Z boasts about his reputation as a career crook and no one rapping Brooklyn like him. He acknowledges his influence on the rap industry and his ability to shut down rumors of his inability to deliver hot rhymes. He talks about his crew and the sense of loyalty in the ghetto.


In the second verse, Jay-Z boasts of his affluence and his ability to bag supermodels without losing touch with his rough background. He acknowledges that people are scheming against him, but he is unfazed by their attempts. He continues with his bragadocious style on how radio stations must play his music even though he uses profanity. He finishes by acknowledging his skill as a rapper and his ability to take down any competition.


Overall, the song is an exhibition of Jay-Z's strength, power, and confidence in his ability to make it despite multiple obstacles along the way.


Line by Line Meaning

Back at'cha
I'm addressing the listener, this song is for you


How we do
Let's get into it, this is how we do things


Primo, Jigga-Man
Shoutout to Primo, the producer of this track, and me, Jigga-Man, the rapper


History in the making
We're making history with this track, it's that good


Let's go
Let's get started, time to begin the song


I spit the murder-murder-murderous
My rhymes are deadly, hardcore and unforgiving


Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
My rhymes are so deadly, they'll knock your socks off


I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
I embody the thug life, I'm super gangsta and proud of it


Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
This beat is gangsta as hell, you can feel it in your bones


I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
I'm representing my hometown of Brooklyn, no one does it like me


Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
I'm a professional hustler and no one can rap about Brooklyn like I do


Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin like me
This is the third volume of my work, and I'm true to myself and my style


Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
This is a huge moment, attention everyone, even the ladies should take notice


B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Brooklyn should honor and remember the late rapper Biggie Smalls, who passed away


Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
Ever since I came onto the rap scene, people have realized that I'm unmatched


everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin
My work is top-notch, don't even bother questioning it, just appreciate it


it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My rhymes are hot and my sales prove that I'm popular and profitable


My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
My whole crew is here with me, we're all in this together


We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
We're tough guys, guarding our territory with ease, like superheroes


You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
You'll be in a coffin for a long time if you mess with us


I put your crew in hard bottoms
I'll put your crew in dress shoes... for your funeral


The priest is like, "God's got him
Even the priest knows that you're dead and in heaven


He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him"
Even though you never did anything wrong, someone still killed you


Brandish iron, outlandish buyin
I carry guns and I buy expensive things that many others can't afford


Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth
I drive expensive cars, but I'm not bragging about it, it's just the truth


We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
We're all from the same background, but I'm one of the few who made it out


Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen
I'm back in the D&D studio recording with Primo, so listen up


I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
I'm so tough that even high-end women don't want to mess with me


"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
I'm a flashy dresser with expensive rims on my car


I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
I'm so raw and real that tough girls in the streets love me


"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm well-known and respected, and people know me as Jigga


"You can love me or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I don't care if you love me or hate me, I'm still going to be me, Jay-Z


"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
My record label, Roc-a-Fella, has the whole block under control and locked in


Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night
I go clubbing on different nights at different places


I'm fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at Life
On Fridays, I hang out with beautiful women who work as models


So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad
I'm driving around with a drunk woman in the car


She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"
The woman I'm with is telling me that I should look more sophisticated since I'm rich


Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off
I'm making a U-turn and bringing her back to where I picked her up


Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Outside the club, someone is questioning me and asking why I made the U-turn


Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
I'm a thug until the day I die, tell a friend and don't forget to call them a bitch for emphasis


Won't change for no paper plus I been rich
I won't change myself just for money, and I've already been wealthy before


Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em
Since 1988, I've been hustling and crushing the game with my style


Women been fuckin them HUH?
Women love me and have been sleeping with me, you know this


You see I live for the love of the street
I thrive on the excitement and danger of the streets, it's in my blood


Rap to the ruggedest beats
I rap over the hardest and most intense beats there are


Hall closet cluttered with heat
I keep my guns in my hall closet, and there are a lot of them


I spit that murder-murder-murder
I rap about killing and violence, it's just who I am


that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit
I never forget where I come from, and I always rap for Brooklyn


Furthermore ma
In addition, I have something else to say


We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn
We carry guns to award shows, and party hard even at the White House


Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
I'm still just the same old person, even with fame and riches


I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
I'm from the Marcy Houses in Brooklyn, the projects


So it's hard for me to let the larceny die
It's difficult for me to forget my past and criminal activity


Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
I don't always have protection with me on the streets, I can handle myself


just two big guns that'll body your squad
I only need two guns to take down a whole group of people if necessary


Could niggaz be scheamin on me? Probably are
There are likely people trying to plot against me and take me down


Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
If someone thinks I'm a joke, that's funny and laughable


I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
I always represent Brooklyn when I rap, it's who I am


Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much
Radio stations need to play my music, despite my frequent cursing


Magazine said I'm shallow, I never learned to swim
A magazine said I'm superficial and lack depth, but that's not true


Still they put me on they cover cause I earn for them
Magazines put me on their cover because I generate income for them


Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him
As soon as I become too successful, the media will turn on me and try to bring me down


cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them
That's what sells magazines, bad news and gossip


I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist
Every time I rap, I spit deadly and intense rhymes


iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace"
I'm even more hardcore and deadly than Verbal Kint from The Usual Suspects or O-Dog from Menace II Society


I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders
I'm amazing from the beginning to the end of my work, and I destroy my competition


I'm hot, hehehehe
I'm amazing right now, I know it and it feels great


Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz, yeah
Just a chant of all the things that make this song great: Jigga, Primo, gangsta, and niggaz


Brooklyn, yeah
Can't forget about Brooklyn, my hometown and my heart




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, STEPHEN LEE CROPPER, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, BUDDY MILES

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