Young G's
Junior M.A.F.I.A Feat. Puff Daddy & Jay-Z Lyrics
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I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' 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, uhh, what, what
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck 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? Shit 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
Nigga 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 bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
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
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately 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 niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday 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 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
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing
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, one 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
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
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 nigga 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
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Damn 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, 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 vestes under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas 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' niggas with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit'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
What? From a, from a young G's perspective
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
The song "Young G's" by Junior M.A.F.I.A, featuring Puff Daddy and Jay-Z, is an intense hip-hop track about street life and gang culture. The lyrics depict the harsh reality of a world where crime, violence, and drugs are an everyday occurrence, and there are no friends, only enemies. The line "Shit is real on this end" is repeated throughout the song, reinforcing the idea that the life they are living is no joke and that they are forced to hustle to survive. The verses are filled with vivid imagery, such as "Cock back the nine, 'cause I might not like what I find" and "Meet the boom on the stab, on blood harvester tomb, catch a body every full moon," which paint a picture of a bleak and dangerous existence.
The chorus of the song is a mantra of sorts, a list of desires and aspirations for the young gangsters. They want the keys, the G-S 3's, and the papes (money), as well as the ability to bust in on bitches and make impressions late. Essentially, they want power, status, and wealth, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to get them. The chorus is repeated multiple times throughout the song, emphasizing the importance of these goals.
Overall, "Young G's" is a gritty and raw portrait of life on the streets, told from the perspective of young gangsters who are willing to do anything to survive and thrive.
Line by Line Meaning
Some Junior Mafia shit right here
This is a song by Junior M.A.F.I.A, representing their crew and style
We just gonna set it off
We are going to start the song with energy and intensity
We's know the deal
We are aware of what's happening and understand the situation
This shit is real
The situation we're in is serious and not to be taken lightly
On this end, uh
From our perspective, things are intense and serious
Shit is real on this end
From our perspective, things are intense and serious
No friends J M
We don't trust anyone outside of our crew, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
(Shit it real on this end)
From our perspective, things are intense and serious
Shit is real on this end
From our perspective, things are intense and serious
(Shit is real on this end)
From our perspective, things are intense and serious
No friends J M
We don't trust anyone outside of our crew, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Got into my mind
I'm thinking deeply and having intense thoughts
Shit is smoked up, my sight is blind
I'm overwhelmed and confused, unable to see clearly
Cock back the nine,
Prepare my gun, a 9 mm handgun
'cause I might not like what I find
Because I may discover something unpleasant or dangerous
Murders I seen, killer fiend
I've witnessed acts of violence and become obsessed with them
Through the endosheen
By smoking drugs, I escape from reality
Mean burst into flying milloteen
My anger and aggression explode like a powerful chemical
Into see I sit, till I'm rit
I sit and observe, waiting for the right moment
I use the gun and slip exhale
I rely on my gun and exhale in relief
Hollow tits
My bullets are hollow point, causing more damage
Rub my pointer angle
I aim my gun carefully and precisely
This must be the devil's triangle
This situation feels like a chaotic and dangerous trap
Confused, so I mangle
Feeling lost and disoriented, I react with aggression and violence
Demons I had to strangle
I've had to confront and overcome my inner demons
Perfesion hit man,
I am a skilled and professional killer
And so they guns
And so they use their guns
Multi clips
They have multiple magazines of ammunition
I grab my gats
I reach for my guns
Got go back and let him pull it
I prepare to retaliate and let my enemy take the first shot
I said I'm rough a real bitch
I am a tough and authentic woman
Nigga, you better back up
You better step back and respect me
With the four-four devid loaded
I carry a .44 caliber handgun that is fully loaded
So motherfuckers slack up
So people better not mess with me
I shit the raps and craps
I deliver powerful and provocative lyrics
Give me my snaps
I demand respect and attention from my audience
Bitches wanting the claps
Other women desire the recognition and applause I receive
'Cause I'm leaving them with fucking gats
Because I intimidate them with my guns
I write rhymes, the gay mind
I write lyrics that express my unique perspective
The maintain mind
The mindset of maintaining my reputation and success
The rag around my head is for the gang sign
The bandana I wear represents my affiliation with a gang
So with the bottom lick the sha body shody
So with my bottom bitch, I manage my crew and control the streets
Fear nobody at less catch fucking bodies
I fear no one and have killed many enemies
On all you bitches, gang-bangers, snitches
I confront and threaten all the women, gang members, and informants
I get so fucked up I don't know
I indulge in drugs and alcohol to the point of losing control
Which, which, is which is
I can't tell the difference between different people or situations
Loss need a part of me
Defeat and pain are a part of who I am
Trifling and stifling
I am confronted by difficult and oppressive circumstances
MC's on they ass
I dominate and defeat other rappers
Two snakes in the fucking grass, nigga
There are two dangerous and deceptive individuals in our midst
Do you know what time is is?
Are you aware of the current situation and its urgency?
No friends, J-M
We don't trust anyone outside of our crew, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
(What you want?)
What do you desire or seek?
Yo keys, G-S 3's, the papes
We want drugs, guns, and money
Busing in bitches
Bringing in women to be involved in illegal activities
Making imperionts late
Causing delays and disruptions for our rivals
Cleaning out cribs
Robbing houses and stealing valuable items
Coke crums off the plate
Removing any traces of cocaine from surfaces
Niggas real protctive
We are fiercely protective of ourselves and our crew
Young G's Perspective
This is the perspective of young gangsters
The dirty nigga, trigger
I am a dangerous and trigger-happy individual
Fuck the looking good shit
I don't care about appearances or trying to impress others
I rather grab my gat
I'd rather pick up my gun
And cock bullshit
And confront and threaten my enemies
Heat I ceep
I always carry a gun for protection
When I creep
When I move silently and secretly
Using to sneak into leting kept treck
I use it to sneak into places and leave a trail of violence
And count them greens
And accumulate money
A nigga drops
When someone I target is killed
I wish it was the cops
I prefer to kill others rather than be arrested by the police
Shit is hot
The situation is intense and dangerous
The motherfucking block, lock
The whole neighborhood is controlled and dominated by our crew
Wicked creator
I am evil and destructive
Life eliminator
I take lives and end them
Continue to sinue
I continue on my path of violence and destruction
Murders on a menu
Killing and violence are routine for me
Which get in you
I provoke fear and intimidation in others
Meet the boom on the stab
Experience the explosive and deadly force of my attack
On blood harvester tomb
I leave a trail of death and destruction wherever I go
Catch a body ever full moon
I kill someone every full moon
MC's with tempation
Other rappers are tempted by the allure of my violent lifestyle
They're part, afixiation
They're fixated and obsessed with becoming like me
Snake relation
I have connections and associations with dangerous and deceitful people
Like proper damn nation
They follow the path of damnation and destruction, just like me
Since birth
From the moment I was born
On this scortched dirt
On this violent and destroyed environment
Badness with the lyricals
I express my aggression and violence through my lyrics
Pocket full of miricles
I carry my weapons and tools of violence with me
I'm sick, and sick of being tired
I am mentally and physically exhausted, but still driven by my destructive urges
Ain't a soul I fear
I have no fear of anyone
Too tired to care
I am too exhausted to care about the consequences of my actions
And sunwise
And in a wise manner
To let my temperature rise
To prevent my anger from escalating
Eagle eyes
I am observant and alert
Don't believe in me
People underestimate me and don't believe in my capabilities
Believe your eyes
But they should trust what they see
Should I cry?
Should I show emotion or weakness?
'Cause I wet a nigga then he die
Because I kill someone and leave them wet with blood
So cock my lie roll up and get high
So I prepare my gun, lie to deceive others, and use drugs to escape reality
How cause dirty bodies and glut cluts
I cause death and destruction, leaving behind a trail of bodies
Very busses and buck shots
I use guns and shoot at others
Cock gluts and run the block
I dominate and control the neighborhood
Niggas in they clean they clucks
Other people are scared and submit to my power
Niggas can see me nuts
Others perceive me as crazy and dangerous
Let it get hot
Let the situation escalate and become intense
Murder mo niggas and gotta load of reps
I kill more people and gain a reputation
She think mets and cot
I confuse and deceive my enemies
Because I only get drastic
Because I only resort to extreme and violent measures
So who hasta, black plastic
So who's next to receive a bullet, symbolized by a black casket
Specs in the back with all the caskets
I have a collection of caskets in the back, representing my victims
Who can be mo killa?
Who can be more lethal and deadly than me?
Blood spilla?
Who can spill more blood?
Clips with hollow points
My ammunition has hollow point bullets, causing more damage
So when a nigga slips
So when someone makes a mistake or slips up
He shits like he's got salmonela
He panics and becomes extremely frightened
Danger approaches
Danger and violence are approaching
Checking for who gets closest
I am aware and cautious of who is getting closer to me
You're closest to get my focus
You are the one I will direct my violence towards
Smoke the rookies like roaches
I defeat and eliminate inexperienced and weak individuals
Who can cause more terror then this
Who can instill more fear and terror than me?
Like a full terrorist
Like a full-fledged terrorist
Breaking niggas like matches
Defeating and destroying people as easily as breaking a matchstick
Broken bitches approaches
Women who are broken and damaged are drawn to me
And you know this
And you are aware of this
Nigga lets it increase
I escalate the violence and destruction
With mo heat than a heater
With more intensity and aggression than anyone else
Specially when I got my milometer
Especially when I have my gun
Burning up these niggas like VD
Destroying and hurting others like a contagious disease
These niggas try to see me
These people try to challenge or confront me
Now I'm making benders like Houdini
Now I'm making unpredictable and elusive moves like the magician Houdini
No doubt, no doubt
Absolutely, without a doubt
The Bay Area meets Bedstop
Bringing together the musical styles of the Bay Area and Bedford-Stuyvesant
Black Jack
A reference to the nickname of the crew or persona
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The name of their crew
Frank White is the fucker
Frank White is the one causing trouble and creating chaos
Keeping it real for the 9-6 until, uh
Staying true to themselves and representing their style until the year 1996
Yeah, no friends, J-M
Again, emphasizing that they don't trust anyone outside of their crew, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: EARL CEASAR DE ROUEN, U ULYSSES HOWARD EDWARD, SHAWN CARTER, OLIVER JR SAIN, RASHAD L. GEE SMITH, SEAN COMBS, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, TODD ERIC GAITHER, KELLY PRICE
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@BlkDiesel
Damn Biggie was spitting that str8 flame out here... Jeeeeezus!!
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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
GS's with BB's 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 Coogi
Spitting my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent
Driving dirty in J-30s getting bent (uh-huh)
And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killing niggas with punanio, like heiny
And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw 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 squirting off in my loft, of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise
Got my shorty flying 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...
@randywatson1296
Biggie and Jay definitely needed a album together
@hosannahosanna2719
They were working on one together... would love to hear what they had completed
@luckap79
The commission
@gamergirlkay2805
Jay z killed this
@abc876
It's Murda - Jay, Dmx, Ja rule
Jay's verse dope there too
@spoonersantana6118
Jay z verse is so underrated he completely went off with clever word play and subliminals that no one caught
@jcella8558
Facts 💯 but that nigga Big was hungry my g picture Perfect Bars
@hoodstar1234
Subliminal when he said rap dudes biting me , wonder who he was talking bout
@mistermay7986
The line. The world not ready for the New World Order. So I keep it ghetto like quarter water
@khalilbilal4747
And I Think He Wrote Diddy verse if u Really Listen to it