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So Ghetto

Jay-Z

Vol. 3: Life and Times of S. Carter [Clean]

1999

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

Big City

Masta Ace

A Long Hot Summer

2004

'New York, Big City of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
It's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle
Either it's

The big qwaqweezy
The big qwaqwel
Eyyy!
Had to do it for the team
Money all on me 
Heard you counting on me
I can cover all your fees
Off-white no kizzy

the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, when 16 ain't enough, to living your life
Depicting with your

Sniping them all (Bow)

Surely surely
We're gonna all be rich by 40
Get lit when we're
Doing up Mways
In a black E class so sporty
I give God all

Speech slurred, we can't hold what we want in our hands
Young bird, over the city you fly
Dark skies, pollution thick in your eyes
Thin bones bright

your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it

gon be dead on arrival thats doa
Put a hunnit 100 in your boa
I got a big .40 if you feel a way
Im sellin bricks weigh em by the kilogram
Im stackin

Ooooh, Dephree, Graint, Gunny, Jenvoix I tried to told ya!

Dephree yea I been dope, Since I was a kiddo
cll I got is fire baby all my ish is City

It's worth billions
Now so are you
But I always say, keep your friends rich
And your enemies rich
And wait to find out which is which

I wish you

and scream
That's your nigga laying down why are you running now
Everybody moving out the city we don't want a case
Couple months and I got back into the city

and deciding they're fawns 
Skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part 

Goddamn, you're a big believer in that applause light praise 
With mastodon

Truth is, look I ain't living in a big ass house
In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know
Truth is, no I ain't rich, yeah I'm broke like

Truth is, look I ain't living in a big ass house
In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know
Truth is, no I ain't rich, yeah I'm broke like

it
Might as well boost up my ego and dwell on it
Hmm, what a career I've had
While yours incomplete like the beard I have
I don't need a big pack man,

the city with the boomin' systems
 
Feds checkin' for a n****

Oops yea you missed em'

But I know you can hear me 

'Cause this loud is kickin'

cnd by loud

can a ghetto jango blow for city.
Dipala m'malla lagri niribu nsongdi mani
Di zugu ka nsuhuru bia'kam make they never loose the money
Big up to my

you’ll find the answer when you
Leave the big city and the world keeps spinning around
I know, I know, I know
I might be drinking too much, saying too much

selective 
High faluttin' fashionistas, sewer line of credit 
Big headed, pretty twinks, pass easy as anorexics 
Hopeless romantics, bludgeoned by hoe antics

Mon jaye mi lo
Am living my life me no send nobody
Am rucking their city
Am young and rich them dey call me don daddy

Mo lowo mo saye
Mo fomo mo gbomo

much killing up in my city/ Still ya boy ball like Marant up on the Grizzlies/ Get rich or die trying a mill I need 50/ and if it ain't genuine that bull

Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids

I need a plate
I need a Mil/MEAL
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)

I want a yacht
I need some

where you shit
And pull up to your funeral

Look in your casket and leave my spit
The devil want me bad
But God want me rich
I don't know what else to do

out holdin my dick
Nigga, fix your face when you lookin' at rich
Uh, tell me who flowin' on shit like this

I just been waitin' to talk my shit
Walk in