Fabolous - So Ghetto (Freestyle) lyrics

Back atcha Yellow G, Clue Brooklyn... I spit that murda murda murda, that mur-mur-mur-murda sh** I spit that g-g-g, that g-g-g-gansta sh** I spit that Brook-Brook-Brook, that Br-Br-Br-Brooklyn sh** Ay, look The streets talkin, they say I'm back lookin like me I still got it, and ain't nobody took it from me They sayin I'm nice, it's like I hit my prime twice I'm not your cup of tea, I'm Patron, lime, ice Mixed in a shaker, my style is like a chilled shot Less burn, but I'm still hot I charm your lady, then I strong arm your lady Tell her deflate these balls one time for Brady It's lines like that, make you rewind that back I flip mine like crack, I'm trynna grind that back You see, I've always been a hustla, cook it up for the customers Kept workin the spot til it got muscular Ya chick is a groupie, she could fit a tour bus in her Matter fact, I heard she had the whole tour bus in her You the type of s**a that fall in love and bust in her When all it ever took was one spliff to bust a bust in her Trustin her, thinkin that's your boo thing fam... Now you know why she love the Wu-Tang Clan She'd prolly f** anything with a new chain, man So imagine what she'd do to 2 Chainz, damn... f** it, time to pop the new swag off I got the wave back, I took the doo rag off