Young G's
Diddy Notorious Big 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 place where the money and the women are

Fuck all that pretty shit
Forget about all the superficial stuff

Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Returning to the streets and hardships for all of you

Niggas know the deal
People understand the situation

Niggas know who the Don is
Everyone recognizes the dominant figure

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

Peep game, uhh, what, what
Observe and understand, you know what I'm saying

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

Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
Join us, the celebrities, in our luxurious cars

We built them radars to stay free from the cops
We have developed methods to avoid getting caught by the police

Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Deciding between air conditioning (comfort) or convertible (fun)

Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
We will never give up, my team will never run out of money

Your squad arti-choke
Your group becomes speechless in front of us

Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Your crew will disappear like smoke from a cigar

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

Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
I've experienced it before, just like Dr. Dre

Through hard work I earn the vault
I've achieved great success through determination

Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
I made a commitment to never dwell on the past

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

Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
It's fair to assume that I, a person like me, have valuable possessions

Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't got no cake
I can't understand people who have no money

When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When everything is going wrong and you can't catch a break

When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
When your phony friends refuse to assist you in times of need

Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
They are engaged in genuine nonsense and politely dismiss you

Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
Forget that, find your own way, don't rely on me

That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
That's what I did, and now everyone wants a hit song from me

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

We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
We are still successful, but individually because I now have my own private charter

Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
Using propellers like the rich and powerful, leaving the jealous haters behind

Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Our success on the Billboard charts proves that they cannot compete with us

Why niggas bring the ruckus?
Why are some people causing trouble?

Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Because our album release day is more significant than Mandela's, damn it

Just some ghetto boys
Just a group of boys from the ghetto

Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
Existing in these rough neighborhood streets

And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
Every day they have to struggle to survive

It's just reality
It's the harsh truth

Yeah, make you a deal, check
Let me make you an offer, listen closely

These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
These are tough times and people don't easily overcome them

I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
I attempt to inspire you, but people prefer negativity

So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
So I carry nonsense, firearms, and bullets with me

Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head
Because once the conflict begins, the bullets are flying towards your head

I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
I've experienced wealth and poverty, saving and wasting money

Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some claim I've been in this situation before due to my focused mindset

Some said, Jigga's zone is like the fallin' of Rome
Others believe that my zone is comparable to the decline of the Roman Empire

Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing
It keeps happening because I think that way and carefully observe everything

Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
Only after I've passed away, people will truly understand and analyze my legacy

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
I've traveled through different states of mind, but I still identify as a person from Brooklyn

In the physical, one seems, like a lost body
In reality, I may appear disconnected or lost

In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
In reality, my thoughts are not far from those of a divine being

But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti
But it's the unusual shotgun that makes people compare me to the mobster John Gotti

Rap dudes bitin' me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Rappers imitate me because I have complete control, just like the late Bob Marley

Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Apologies, ladies and gentlemen, I'm referring to the great Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
We mourn in a serious and sad manner all the rappers who have died

Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Those who were killed in street violence and the newborn children

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

So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
Therefore, I maintain my connection to the ghetto lifestyle with inexpensive snacks and drinks

You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it
You guide them, helping them understand and overcome it

Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Understand that these lyrics are more than just music when I express myself

Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Destined for immense success, and everyone recognized it when I multiplied my wealth

Had a shorty and a girdle comin' out of B-W-I (in school)
I had a girl carrying drugs inside her girdle, flying out of BWI airport

I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
I despised algebra, but I enjoyed multiplying my money

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

It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
It will happen, whether I achieve it through music or violence, choose your perspective

Cause if that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Because if you're trying to steal my money, I will respond with gun violence

Damn it feel good to see people up on it
It's truly satisfying to witness others succeeding

Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
I successfully sold a large amount of drugs discreetly within a short period of time

My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
My mind is troubled, filled with ambitious dreams

GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
I drive expensive cars with custom wheels, and I have grand plans to become even wealthier

than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
Surpassing the wealth of Richie Rich, and as a result, people desire to harm me

If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
If they succeed in killing me, dress my corpse in Armani linen, understand

My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
With my powerful lyrics, I metaphorically steal your attention and leave you amazed

High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
I exclusively deal with high-powered guns, now take a look at my aggressive attitude

in my circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci
I have a group of women surrounding me, all of them loaded with money

Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
They hide bulletproof vests under their skirts

Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent
Rapidly firing my Uzi, don't forget about me, my loyal gang members represent

Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
Driving recklessly in Infiniti J-30 cars, getting high

And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
And to the women involved in my criminal activities, my partners in crime

I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
I will be relaxing and smoking marijuana in Belize when they eventually locate me

While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny
While you are still engaging in casual sex, spreading disease like HIV

and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
and contracting sexually transmitted infections, you end up on the floor with a disease

While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Meanwhile, I am selling cocaine and smoking large quantities of marijuana

Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
I have multiple lawyers ensuring that I don't lose all my money, now understand

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 inside my luxurious apartment, obviously aware of my greatness

Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
The sunrise wakes me up, it's not surprising

Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
My girlfriend is arriving with drugs concealed on her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
With all the equipment, who are involved in my drug trafficking

She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
She is of mixed ethnicity and successfully stayed out of trouble

The situation ain't accidental
The circumstances are not a coincidence

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

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