Notorious Big Young G`s Lyrics

Notorious Big Young G`s lyrics

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