Young G`s lyrics

Artist  : Puffy Daddy 
Song : Young G`s



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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
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