Young G's (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Jay-Z)

作词 : Burton Rashad Smith/Christopher Wallace/Earl De Rouen/Edward Howard/Kelly Price/Oliver Sain/Sean Carter/Todd Eric Gaither

作曲 : Burton Rashad Smith/Christopher Wallace/Earl De Rouen/Edward Howard/Kelly Price/Oliver Sain/Sean Carter/Todd Eric Gaither

Uhh, check it out, uhh

I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee?!

**** all that pretty shit

Taking it back to the gutter for you mother****ers

Niggas know the deal

Niggas know who the Don is

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one

Peep game, uhh, what, what, what

Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars

Come **** 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 mother****ers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh)

When you all ****ed up, and can't get no break (uh-huh)

When your fake a*s friends don't help you out when you need it

Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (uh)

**** 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 them playa haters jealous

Billboard charts should tell us (yeah)

They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?

Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, mother****ers

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

Yeah, make you a deal, check

These here's the dog years and mother****ers don't shed

I try to bring you life but mother****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'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...

Just some ghetto boys

Living in these ghetto streets

And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (stay alive)

It's just reality (reality)

Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (uh)

Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (uh-huh)

My brain is haunted, with mean dreams

GSs with BBs 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 **** with, now peep the rough shit

In my circumference, mad niggas with mad lucci

******proof vestses under they Coogi

Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent

Driving dirty in J-30s 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 **** 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 jerkin' 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 thi***

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, uhh...

What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh...

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