Young G's - Puff Daddy, The Family, The Notorious B.I.G.

Intro: Biggie

Uhh, check it out, uhh

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

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

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.

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Chorus 2X to fade