Young G`s Lyrics

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