So Ghetto (Freestyle)

[Intro] Back atcha Yellow G, Clue Brooklyn... I spit that murda murda murda, that mur-mur-mur-murda shit I spit that g-g-g, that g-g-g-gansta shit I spit that Brook-Brook-Brook, that Br-Br-Br-Brooklyn shit [Verse 1] 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 sucka 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 fuck anything with a new chain, man So imagine what she'd do to 2 Chainz, damn... Fuck it, time to pop the new swag off I got the wave back, I took the doo rag off