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young g's - jay-z lyrics

intro: biggie
uhh check it out uhh
-singing- i steps in where the mo’s and the hoes at bay
bee!
f-ck all that pretty sh-t
takin it back to the gutter for you motherf-ckers
n-gg-z know the deal
n-gg-z 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 f-ck 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? sh-t 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
n-gg- 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 b-tches and rings
guess it’s safe to say a n-gg- like me got nice things
can’t relate to motherf-ckers, who ain’t go no cake
when you all f-cked up, and can’t get no break
when your fake -ss friends, don’t help you out when you
need it
be on some real bullsh-t, politely tell you to beat it
f-ck that, get your own n-gg-, don’t ask me for sh-t
that’s what i did, now they all askin for hits
n-gg- 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 n-gg-z bring the ruckus?
because release day is bigger than mandela’s,
motherf-ckers
chorus:
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 motherf-ckers don’t shed
i try to bring you life but motherf-ckers 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 n-gg-z 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
n-gg-z 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 n-gg- 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
chorus
verse three: notorious b.i.g.
d-mn 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, n-gg-z 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 f-ck with, now peep the
rough sh-t
in my circ-mfrence, mad b-tches, with mad lucci
bulletproof vestes under they coochie
spittin my uzi, don’t lose me, my trigga n-gg-z
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 n-gg-z with punany, like heiny
and cyrus up in cypress f-ck you raw you on the floor
with the virus
while i just, slang c-ke, smoke pounds to choke
got lawyers watchin lawyers so i won’t go broke, now
check it
them country n-gg-z call me frank white
i’m squirtin off in my loft of course i know my sh-t’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.. (repeat
2x)
chorus 2x to fade

- jay z lyrics

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