Diddy - Young G's (feat. The Notorious B.I.G., JAY-Z, Kelly Price) lyrics

Uh, check it out, uhh (Man, I'm back, man)
I steps in, where the Mo' 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, uh, what, what, what

Out of this world like Mars
When I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
(yeah) with built-in radars to stay
Free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop?
(Haha) are we gon' stop? Shit, man
Never 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 (Uh)
Fuck that, get your own, nigga
Don't ask me for shit that's what I did
Now they all asking for hit's (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

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 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-shotty 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
To 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 buy
Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of BWI
(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 every day they gotta fight to stay alive
(To stay alive)
It's just reality (Oh, 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 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-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 Connie 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
Kis 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

Just some ghetto boys
(What? From a, from a young Gs perspective
Uh) living in these ghetto streets
(What? From a, from a young Gs perspective
Uh)
And every day they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality (It's just reality)
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality