Diddy — Young Gs

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Man! I'm back man!) Uhh, check it out, uhh I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at, baby? Fuck all that pretty shit Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggas know the deal Niggas know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what, what [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (Yeah) We built in radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like, A-C or the drop? (Haha) Are we gonna stop? Shit, man, if my squad go broke Your squad oughta 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 (Uh-huh) Through hard work, I earn the vault Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt (Yeah) Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings (C'mon) Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (That's right) Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't go no cake (Uh-uh) When you all fucked up and can't get no break (Uh-huh) 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 (Ugh) Fuck that, get your own, nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (Yeah) Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly, but separately, 'cause now I charter my own (C'mon) Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all 'em player-haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us (Yeah) They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus? Because release dates' bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers [Chorus: Kelly Price] Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets (These ghetto streets) And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality [Verse 2: 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 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's zone's like the falling of Rome Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones Mentally, been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own In the physical, unseen like Allah's body In fact, my thoughts don't differ much from that of God Body But it's the R-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 Niggas 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 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 nigga Big I'd be multi before I die And it's gon' happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way 'Cause if that's my dough you're trapping, I'm clapping your way It's for the ghetto... [Chorus: Kelly Price] Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (stay alive) It's just reality (reality) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (Ugh) Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (Uh-huh) My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes To get richer than Richie quickly, niggas 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 circumference, mad bitches with mad Lucci Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30's gettin' bent (Uh-huh) And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punani, like heiny And Cyrus up in Cypress Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (Uh-huh) Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' off up 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, ugh... What? From a, from a young G's perspective, ugh... [Chorus: Kelly Price] 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