[Intro: Biggie]
Uhh, check it out, uhh
*singing* I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee?!
f** all that pretty sh**
Taking it back to the gutter for you motherf**ers
n***as know the deal
n***as know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come f** 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? sh** man never my squad go broke
Your squad will already choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
n***a 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 b**hes and rings
Guess it's safe to say a n***a like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherf**ers, who ain't go no cake
When you all f**ed up, and can't get no break
When your fake a** friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullsh**, politely tell you to beat it
f** that, get your own n***a, don't ask me for sh**
That's what I did, now they all asking for hits
n***a it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately 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 n***as bring the ruckus?
Because release dates bigger than Mandela's, motherf**ers
[Hook]
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 2: Jay-Z]
Yeah, ye-ye-yeah, check
These here's the dog years and motherf**ers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherf**ers want dead
So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flown 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 falling of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause he's observant
Won't be known until I'm gone and n***as study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, one seems like Allah's body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the ought shottie, that got cats, likening me
To the mob John Gotti, rap dudes biting 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
n***as that got k**ed 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 beats 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 in a girdle coming out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my n***a Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna happen whether rapping or clapping have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trapping, I'm clapping your way
[Hook]
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 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two ki's 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
n***as 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 f** with, now peep the rough sh**
In my circumference, mad b**hes, with mad lucci
Bulletproof vests under they coochie
Spitting my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga n***as represent
Driving dirty in J-30's getting bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
While you still k**ing n***as with punanny, like heiny
And Cyrus up in Cypress f** you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country n***as call me Frank White
I'm squirting off in my loft of course I know my sh**'s tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flying 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..
[Hook]
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality - It's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality