Jay-z - 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?! 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