Young g's lyrics

Artist  : Puff daddy 
Song : Young g's
 
"Young G's"
(feat. Jay-Z, Notorious
B.I.G.)

[Intro: Biggie]

Uhh, check it out, uhh
[singing] I steps in where the Mo's and
the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz know the deal
Niggaz know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what

[Verse One: Puff Daddy]

Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these
bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop?  Shit man never my squad go
broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That'
like Dre
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice
things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no
cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out
when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to
beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
shit
That's what I did, now they all askin for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be
known
We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter
my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa
haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch
us
Why niggaz bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's,
motherfuckers

[Chorus:]

Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto
streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

Yeah, make you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers
don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want
dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome,
with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots
flowin through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I
zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's
observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my
bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that
of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening
me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the
babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World
Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and
quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em through
it
Know these beads is more than music whenever I
talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when
I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in
school)
I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have
it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm
clappin your way

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]

Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt
it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get
Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani,
check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep
the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz
represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, like
heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the
floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke,
now check it
Them country niggaz call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my
shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her
thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got
me rental
The situation ain't accidental..
What?  From a, from a young G's perspective..
[repeat 2X]

[Chorus 2X to fade]