Young G`s

[Intro: Biggie]<br>Uhh, check it out, uhh<br>*singing* I steps in where the Mo`s and the hoes at bay-bee!<br>Fuck all that pretty shit<br>Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers<br>Niggaz know the deal<br>Niggaz know who the Don is<br>Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one<br>Peep game, uhh, what, what<br><br>[Verse One: Puff Daddy]<br>Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars<br>Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars<br>We built them radars to stay free from the cops<br>Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop<br>Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke<br>Your squad arti-choke<br>Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke<br>Ain`t no joke, when your ones don`t show<br>Nigga I know, might say `Been There Done That` like Dre<br>Through hard work I earn the vault<br>Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt<br>Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings<br>Guess it`s safe to say a nigga like me got nice things<br>Can`t relate to motherfuckers, who ain`t go no cake<br>When you all fucked up, and can`t get no break<br>When your fake ass friends, don`t help you out when you need it<br>Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it<br>Fuck that, get your own nigga, don`t ask me for shit<br>That`s what I did, now they all askin for hits<br>Nigga it`s on for the simple fact I let it be known<br>We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own<br>Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous<br>Billboard charts should tell us, they can`t touch us<br>Why niggaz bring the ruckus?<br>Because release day is bigger than Mandela`s, motherfuckers<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Just some ghetto boys<br>Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets<br>And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive<br>It`s just reality<br><br>[Verse Two: Jay-Z]<br>Yeah, ye-ye-yeah, check<br>These here`s the dog years and motherfuckers don`t shed<br>I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead<br>So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead<br>Cause when it`s on, then it`s on, the shots flowin through your head<br>I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread<br>Some say I been here before because of the way I zone<br>Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome<br>Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he`s observing<br>Won`t be known until I`m gone and niggaz study my bones<br>Mentally been many places, but I`m Brooklyn`s own<br>In the physical, onee seems, like a lost body<br>In fact my thoughts don`t differ much from that of God body<br>But it`s the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me<br>to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause<br>I got it locked like the late Bob Marley<br>Pardon me y`all, the great Bob Marley<br>Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that`s gone<br>Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies born<br>Know they ain`t fully prepared for this New World Order<br>So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters<br>You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it<br>Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it<br>Destined for greatness and y`all knew this, when I doubled the pie<br>Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school)<br>I hated algebra but I loved to multiply<br>And I told my nigga Big I`d be multi before I die<br>It`s gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way<br>Cause if that`s my dough you`re trappin, I`m clappin your way<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Damn it feel good to see people up on it<br>Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn`t flaunt it<br>My brain is haunted, with mean dreams<br>GS`s with BB`s on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer<br>than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me<br>If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it<br>My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat<br>High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit<br>in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci<br>Bulletproof vestes under they coochie<br>Spittin my uzi, don`t lose me, my trigga niggaz represent<br>Drivin dirty in J-30`s gettin bent<br>And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies<br>I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me<br>While you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny<br>and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus<br>While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke<br>Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won`t go broke, now check it<br>Them country niggaz call me Frank White<br>I`m squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit`s tight<br>Sunrise open my eyes no surprise<br>Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs<br>With all the utensils, who hang my china thing<br>She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental<br>The situation ain`t accidental..<br>What? From a, from a young G`s perspective.. (repeat 2X)<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X to fade