Young G's Lyrics
Puff Daddy
- 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
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