The Notorious B.I.G. - Young G's Perspective lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Some Junior Mafia sh** right here We just gonna set it off We's know the deal This sh** is real On this end, uh sh** is real on this end No friends, J-M (sh** it real on this end) sh** is real on this end (sh** is real on this end) No friends, J-M [Verse 1: Trife/Blake C (of The Snakes)] Got into my mind, sh** is smoked up, my sight is blind co*k back the nine cause I might not like what I find Murders I seen, k**er fiend, through the endosheen Mean burst into flying milloteen Into see I sit, till I'm rit I use the gun and slip exhale Hollow tips Rub my pointer angle This must be the devil's triangle Confused, so I mangle, demons I had to strangle Perfesion hit man and so they guns multi clips I grab my gats got go back and let him pull it [Verse 2: Larceny (of The Snakes)] I said I'm rough a real b**h, n***a, you better back up With the four-four devid loaded so motherf**ers slack up I sh** the raps and craps bive me my snaps b**hes wanting the claps cause I'm leaving them with f**ing gats I write rhymes, the gay mind The maintain mind The rag around my head is for the gang sign So with the bottom lick the sha body shody Fear nobody at less catch f**ing bodies On all you b**hes, gang-bangers, snitches I get so f**ed up I don't know Which, which, is which is Larceny's a part of me, trifling is stifling, MC's on they a** Two snakes in the f**ing gra**, n***a [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know what time is is? No friends, J-M [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in b**hes making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate n***as real protective, young G's perspective (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in b**hes making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate n***as real protective, young G's perspective [Verse 3: Larceny (of The Snakes)] (Lost) The dirty n***a, trigger f** the looking good sh** I rather grab my gat And co*k bullsh** Heat I ceep when I creep Using to sneak into leting kept treck and count them greens A n***a drops, I wish it was the cops sh** is hot, got the motherf**ing block locked [Verse 4: Trife/Blake C (of The Snakes)] Wicked creator Life eliminator Continue to sinue, murder's on the menu Which get in you Meet the boom on the stab On blood harvester tomb Ctach a body ever full moon MC's with temptaion They're part, afixiation Snake relation Like proper damn nation Since birth On this scortched dirt Badness with the lyricals oocket full of miricles I'm sick, and sick of being tired Ain't a soul I fear, too tired to care And sunwise to let my tepature rise Eagle eyes, don't believe in me, believe your eyes Should I cry? Cause I wet a n***a then he die So co*k my lie roll up and get high [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in b**hes making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate n***as real protective, young G's perspective (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in b**hes making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate n***as real protective, young G's perspective [Verse 5: DSP (of Blackjack)] How cause dirty bodies and glut cluts Very busses and buck shots co*k gluts and run the block n***as in they clean they clucks n***as can see me nuts, let it get hot Murder mo' n***as and gotta load of reps she think mets and cot Because I only get drastic so who hasta, black plastic Specs in the back with all the caskets Who can be mo k**a? Blood spilla, clips with hollow points So when a n***a slips he sh**s like he's got salmonela Danger approaches, checking for who gets closest You're closest to get my focus smoke the rookies like roaches Who can cause more terror then this like a full terrorist Breaking n***as like matches, broken b**hes appoaches And you know this n***a lets it increase With mo' heat than a heater 'specialy when I got my milometer Burning up these n***as like VD, these n***as try to see me Now I'm making benders like Houdini [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in b**hes making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate n***as real protective, young G's perspective (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in b**hes making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate n***as real protective, young G's perspective [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] No doubt, no doubt The Bay Area meets Bedstuy Black Jack Junior M.A.F.I.A Frank White is the f**er Keeping it real for the 9-6 until, uh Yeah, no friends, J-M Uh, no friends, J-M I need a Black Jack Uh, no friends, J-M Uh, The Snakes No friends, J-M, uh No friends, J-M, uh Uh, No friends J-M