Blackjack, The Snakes, The Notorious B.I.G. - Young G’s Perspective lyrics
[Blackjack, The Snakes, The Notorious B.I.G. - Young G’s Perspective lyrics]
It's some Junior Mafia shit right here
We just gonna set it off we's know the deal
This shit is real on this end, uh
Shit is real on this end no friends, J-M
(Shit it real on this end)
Shit is real on this end
(Shit is real on this end) no friends, J-M
Got into my mind, shit is smoked up
My sight is blind
Cock back the nine 'cause I might
Not like what I find
Murders I seen, killer fiend
Through the endosheen mean burst
Into flying guilotine
Hennesey I sip 'til I'm ripped
Iron the gun and slip exhale hollow tips
With my pointer angle
This must be the devil's triangle
Confused, so I mangle
Demons I had to strangle
Professional hitman and so they guns
Multi clips i grab my gats, cock
Go back and let him pull it
I said I'll rough a real bitch, nigga
You better back up
With the four-four devil loaded
So motherfuckers slack up
I shit the raps and craps, give me my snaps
Bitches wanting the claps 'cause I'm
Leaving 'em with fucking gaps
I write rhymes, the game 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 adolescence catching
Fucking bodies
On all you bitches, gang bangers, snitches
I get so fucked up I
Don't know, which, which, is which is
Larceny's a part of me, trifling is stifling
MC's on they ass
Two snakes in the fucking grass, nigga
Do you know what time is is? No friends, J-M
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(Larceny) The dirty trigger nigga
Fuck the looking good shit
I rather grab my gat, cock bullshit
Heat I keep when I creep
Using the Snake intellect to catch
Wreck and count them greens
A nigga drops, I wish it was the cops
Shit is hot
Got the motherfucking block locked
Wicked creator, life eliminator
Continue to sin you, murder's on the menu
Which get in you
Meet the boom on the stab wound
Blood harvester tomb catch a
Body every full moon
MC's with temptation, death by asphyxiation
Snake relation like proper damn nation
Since birth on this scortched dirt
Badness with the lyricals pocket
Full of miracles
I'm sick, and sick of being tired
Ain't a soul I fear, too tired to care
At sunrise to let my tempature rise
Eagle eyes, don't believe in me
Believe your eyes
Should I cry? Cause I wet a nigga then he die
Go cock my line, roll up and get high
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
I cause dirty bodies and bloodclots
Very busses and buck shots
Cock gluts and run the block
Niggas who clean they clucks
Niggas can see me nots, let it get hot
Murder mo' niggas and got a longer
Wrap sheet than mets and cot
Because I only get drastic so
Who has the black plastic
Specs in the back with all the caskets
Who can be mo killa? Blood spilla
Clips with hollow points
So when a nigga slips he
Shit's like he's got salmonela
Danger approaches
Checking for who gets closest
You're closest to get my focus
Smoke these rookies like roaches
Who can cause more terror than
This like a full terrorist
Breaking niggas like matches
Broken bitches appoaches
And you know this nigga let's it increase
With mo' heat than a heater 'specialy
When I got my milimeter
Burning up these niggas like VD
These niggas try to see me
Now I'm making benders like Houdini
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
No doubt, no doubt
The Bay Area meets Bedstuy black Jack
Junior MAFIA frank White is the fucker
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
We just gonna set it off we's know the deal
This shit is real on this end, uh
Shit is real on this end no friends, J-M
(Shit it real on this end)
Shit is real on this end
(Shit is real on this end) no friends, J-M
Got into my mind, shit is smoked up
My sight is blind
Cock back the nine 'cause I might
Not like what I find
Murders I seen, killer fiend
Through the endosheen mean burst
Into flying guilotine
Hennesey I sip 'til I'm ripped
Iron the gun and slip exhale hollow tips
With my pointer angle
This must be the devil's triangle
Confused, so I mangle
Demons I had to strangle
Professional hitman and so they guns
Multi clips i grab my gats, cock
Go back and let him pull it
I said I'll rough a real bitch, nigga
You better back up
With the four-four devil loaded
So motherfuckers slack up
I shit the raps and craps, give me my snaps
Bitches wanting the claps 'cause I'm
Leaving 'em with fucking gaps
I write rhymes, the game 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 adolescence catching
Fucking bodies
On all you bitches, gang bangers, snitches
I get so fucked up I
Don't know, which, which, is which is
Larceny's a part of me, trifling is stifling
MC's on they ass
Two snakes in the fucking grass, nigga
Do you know what time is is? No friends, J-M
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(Larceny) The dirty trigger nigga
Fuck the looking good shit
I rather grab my gat, cock bullshit
Heat I keep when I creep
Using the Snake intellect to catch
Wreck and count them greens
A nigga drops, I wish it was the cops
Shit is hot
Got the motherfucking block locked
Wicked creator, life eliminator
Continue to sin you, murder's on the menu
Which get in you
Meet the boom on the stab wound
Blood harvester tomb catch a
Body every full moon
MC's with temptation, death by asphyxiation
Snake relation like proper damn nation
Since birth on this scortched dirt
Badness with the lyricals pocket
Full of miracles
I'm sick, and sick of being tired
Ain't a soul I fear, too tired to care
At sunrise to let my tempature rise
Eagle eyes, don't believe in me
Believe your eyes
Should I cry? Cause I wet a nigga then he die
Go cock my line, roll up and get high
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
I cause dirty bodies and bloodclots
Very busses and buck shots
Cock gluts and run the block
Niggas who clean they clucks
Niggas can see me nots, let it get hot
Murder mo' niggas and got a longer
Wrap sheet than mets and cot
Because I only get drastic so
Who has the black plastic
Specs in the back with all the caskets
Who can be mo killa? Blood spilla
Clips with hollow points
So when a nigga slips he
Shit's like he's got salmonela
Danger approaches
Checking for who gets closest
You're closest to get my focus
Smoke these rookies like roaches
Who can cause more terror than
This like a full terrorist
Breaking niggas like matches
Broken bitches appoaches
And you know this nigga let's it increase
With mo' heat than a heater 'specialy
When I got my milimeter
Burning up these niggas like VD
These niggas try to see me
Now I'm making benders like Houdini
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
(What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Bustin' in bitches making their periods late
Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate
Niggas real protective, young G's perspective
No doubt, no doubt
The Bay Area meets Bedstuy black Jack
Junior MAFIA frank White is the fucker
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
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