Young G's
Diddy Lyrics

Uh, check it out, uh
Listen up, pay attention

I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
I enter the scene where the money and the women are

Fuck all that pretty shit, Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Forget about all the superficial things, returning to the gritty reality for all of you

Niggas know the deal, Niggas know who the Don is
Everyone knows the truth, everyone knows I'm the boss

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representing the live and thriving atmosphere of Bedford-Stuyvesant

Peep game, uhh, what, what
Pay attention and understand

Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
My lyrics are out of this world, making an impact

Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
Join us, the famous ones, in our expensive cars

We built them radars to stay free from the cops
We created ways to avoid getting caught by the police

Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Important decisions to make, like air conditioning or riding with the top down

Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Will we give up? No way, my team will never go bankrupt

Your squad arti-choke, Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Your crew will suffocate, watch your friends disappear as quickly as smoke

Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show, Nigga I know
It's not funny when your friends don't support you, I understand

Might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
I might say that I've experienced it all, just like Dre

Through hard work I earn the vault, Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
Through dedication, I earn my wealth, and I make a promise to never go back to my past

Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
I have expensive watches, cars, women, and jewelry

Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
It's obvious that a successful person like me has luxurious possessions

Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
I don't understand people who are broke

When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When you're struggling and can't catch a break

When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
When your phony friends don't assist you when you're in need

Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
They come up with excuses and politely push you away

Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
Forget about that, get it yourself, don't ask me for anything

That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
That's what I did, now everyone wants me to create hit songs

Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
It's on, simply because I made it clear

We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
We are still successful, but we do our own thing now, I have my own private jet

Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
The propellers symbolize my wealth and success, making all the haters envious

Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Our success on the Billboard charts proves that we are untouchable

Why niggas bring the ruckus?
Why do people try to start trouble?

Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Because the day my album is released is more significant than anything else

Just some ghetto boys, Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive, It's just reality
We are just young guys from the hood, struggling to survive in a tough environment

Yeah, make you a deal, check
Let me make a proposition, listen up

These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
These are the tough years and we don't back down

I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
I try to bring you positivity, but some people prefer negativity

So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
I carry my gun and speak aggressively to protect myself

Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head
When things escalate, violence follows and bullets fly

I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
I have experienced wealth and poverty, saving money and also spending it

Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some say I have experienced this before because of my focused mindset

Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin' of Rome
Some say my mindset is similar to the downfall of an empire

Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing
It keeps happening because I think in a particular way, I observe and analyze

Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
My true significance won't be recognized until I'm no longer here and people examine my legacy

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
I have traveled mentally, but at my core, I'm from Brooklyn

In the physical, one seems, like a lost body
In terms of appearance, I may seem lost

In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
In reality, my thoughts are not so different from those of a higher power

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
It's my unique style and my ability to control the game that makes others compare me to mob boss John Gotti, and other rappers imitate me because I have complete control, similar to the late Bob Marley

Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Excuse me everyone, referring to the great Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
We mourn in a serious and respectful manner for all the rappers who have passed away

Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
We pay tribute to those who died in the streets and also celebrate the birth of new lives

Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
They are not fully ready for the challenges of the changing world

So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
I stay true to my roots, embracing the simple pleasures of ghetto life

You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it
You guide them through it, you explain it to them

Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Understand that my words hold a deeper meaning than just music

Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
I was destined for success, and everyone knew it when I greatly increased my wealth

Had a shorty and a girdle comin' out of B-W-I (in school)
I had a girl and a side hustle even when I was in school

I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
I disliked algebra, but I enjoyed making money

And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
I promised my friend Biggie that I would be a multimillionaire before my death

It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
It will happen, whether I achieve success through rapping or street violence, it's up to you

Cause if that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
If you are trying to steal my money, I will use violence against you

Damn it feel good to see people up on it
It feels great to witness others succeeding

Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
I made a significant profit in a short amount of time, but I didn't show off about it

My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
My mind is consumed by intense and ambitious visions

GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer than Richie, quickly
Luxury cars with expensive rims, grand plans to become wealthier than wealthy people like Richie

Niggas wanna hit me, If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
People want to harm me, but if they succeed, dress my corpse in luxury clothing by Armani

My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
My words are like forcefully stealing your attention, causing your mind to explode

High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
I only associate with powerful firearms, now witness the raw and aggressive music

in my circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci
Surrounded by many women, who are attracted to my wealth

Bulletproof vests under they coochie
They are wearing bulletproof vests underneath their clothes

Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent
Rapping aggressively, don't underestimate me, my loyal shooters represent my cause

Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
Driving illegally in stolen cars, getting high

And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
To the women involved in criminal activities with me

I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
I'll be relaxing and smoking marijuana in Belize until they discover my hiding place

While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny
While you're still getting people killed over sex, like a fool

and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
Referring to a specific sexual encounter that is dangerous and reckless

While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Meanwhile, I am involved in drug dealing and smoking large amounts of marijuana

Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
I have multiple lawyers overseeing my financial matters to ensure I don't lose my wealth

Them country niggas call me Frank White
People from rural areas refer to me as Frank White

I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
I'm ejaculating with ease in my luxurious apartment because I know I'm the best

Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Waking up in the morning, it's not surprising

Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
I have my girl smuggling drugs by taping them to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
With all the tools and equipment, she carries my cocaine

She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
She is mixed race, half black half Asian, she had to abandon the rental car

The situation ain't accidental
The circumstances aren't coincidental

What? From a, from a young G's perspective
What? From the perspective of a young gangster

What? From a, from a young G's perspective
What? From the viewpoint of a young gangster

Just some ghetto boys, Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
We are just young guys from the hood, trying to survive in this tough environment

And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive, It's just reality
Every day is a struggle to survive, it's the harsh reality

Just some ghetto boys, Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
We are just young guys from the hood, trying to survive in this tough environment

And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive, It's just reality
Every day is a struggle to survive, it's the harsh reality