Текст (слова) песни: Puff Daddy - Young G`s

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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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 Нравится песня? 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