Young G's
Notorious B.I.G. ‎ Lyrics


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Uh, check it out, uh
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

Overall Meaning

The song “Young G’s” by Notorious B.I.G. is a reflection of life in the ghetto. It is his way of taking his listeners back to the roots of his upbringing, to the days when it was all about survival. The lyrics in the song are littered with the harsh realities of the streets, from drug trafficking, gang violence, and poverty to the race for wealth and power. The song is a vivid portrayal of the struggles faced by young people from the ghetto trying to make it in a world that seems to be against them.


In the first verse of the song, Notorious B.I.G. talks about his rise to success and how he managed to achieve financial security through hard work. He mentions how a successful person has to make crucial choices, such as whether to take care of their possessions or sell them for quick cash. He proceeds to point out that fake friends will abandon one when they need them the most, and that it's best to get your own possessions and not rely on anyone. Notorious B.I.G. gets into a poetic mode in the second verse, painting a picture of his haunted mind that is filled with dreams of wealth and power. He talks about the dangers and risks associated with living the fast life while remaining nonchalant about the consequences.


Overall, the song is a reflection of the challenges and realities of life in the ghetto, and how survival involves taking risks and being smart about one's choices.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, check it out, uh
Pay attention, listen up


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


Fuck all that pretty shit
I'm rejecting all the superficial and glamorous things


Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Returning to the raw and gritty streets for the listeners


Niggas know the deal
People are aware of the situation


Niggas know who the Don is
People recognize me as the leader or boss


Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Broadcasting from a neighborhood known for its liveliness and energy, I'm the most vibrant and talented


Peep game, uhh, what, what
Pay close attention and understand, you know?


Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
My rap flow is so extraordinary, it's like being on another planet


Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
Join and party with the successful and famous people riding in expensive vehicles


We built them radars to stay free from the cops
We developed strategies to avoid police detection and stay out of trouble


Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Important decisions need to be made, such as choosing between air conditioning or convertible option in cars


Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Are we going to quit? Hell no, my crew will never go bankrupt


Your squad arti-choke
Your team will choke and fail


Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
See your group of friends disappear like smoke dissipating from a cigar


Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
It's no laughing matter when your partners don't support or show up


Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
I understand the feeling, similar to Dr. Dre's song 'Been There Done That'


Through hard work I earn the vault
Through dedication and effort, I accumulated wealth


Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
I make a commitment to never dwell on the past or else suffer consequences


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


Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
I can confidently state that I, a man like me, possess luxurious items


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


When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When you're in dire straits and cannot 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
Engage in deceitful behavior and politely ask you to leave


Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
Forget that, be self-sufficient, don't rely on me for anything


That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
That's what I did, now they all want favors or successful songs from me


Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
It's a given that I'm in control, I made that clear


We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
We are still successful, but we operate independently because now I organize my own business


Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
With helicopter-like propellers, we, the elite crew, make our rivals envious


Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Our status on the Billboard charts confirms that no one can surpass us


Why niggas bring the ruckus?
Why do individuals cause conflicts or disturbances?


Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Because the day my music is released generates more excitement than Nelson Mandela's accomplishments


Just some ghetto boys
Simply some individuals from disadvantaged neighborhoods


Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
Residing in and dealing with the hardships of impoverished communities


And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
Every single day, they must struggle and survive


It's just reality
That's the harsh truth of their lives


Yeah, make you a deal, check
Yes, let me propose an agreement, listen


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


I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
I attempt to bring a positive message, but some individuals prefer negativity


So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Therefore, I carry and use weapons to protect myself


Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head
Because when a conflict arises, it quickly escalates, and bullets pierce through your skull


I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
I have experienced wealth and poverty, accumulating and recklessly spending money


Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some suggest that I have already endured similar situations due to my focused mindset


Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin' of Rome
Some claim that my state of mind is reminiscent of the decline of the Roman Empire


Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing
It repeatedly appears that I have such thoughts because I am observant


Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
People won't fully comprehend my perspective until after my death, when they dissect my legacy


Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
Although I have traveled mentally to various states, I remain loyal and true to Brooklyn


In the physical, one seems, like a lost body
In person, I can appear disconnected or aimless


In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
In reality, my mindset aligns closely with spiritual and divine knowledge


But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
However, it's the unusual weapon I possess that makes people compare me


to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
to the infamous mob boss John Gotti, other rappers imitate or copy me because


I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
I have complete control, just like the late Bob Marley


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


Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
We mourn with solemnity for all the deceased rappers


Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Those who lost their lives in dangerous environments, and the newborns entering the world


Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
Recognize they are not adequately equipped to handle the changes and challenges of the modern world


So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
Therefore, I maintain a raw and authentic lifestyle, reminiscent of sunflower seeds and inexpensive beverages


You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it
You guide and educate them, providing explanations and advice


Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Understand that these words have deeper meaning beyond just music whenever I speak


Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
I am meant to achieve greatness, and everyone recognized it when I multiplied my wealth


Had a shorty and a girdle comin' out of B-W-I (in school)
Had a girl who was dedicated and dependable since my school days, coming from Baltimore/Washington International Airport


I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
I disliked algebra, but I enjoyed multiplying money and success


And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
I assured my friend Big that I would become wealthy before I die


It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
It will occur, whether through music or violence, choose your preferred method


Cause if that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Because if you're attempting to steal my money, I will respond with violent force


Damn it feel good to see people up on it
It's an amazing feeling to witness others succeed and thrive


Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
I discreetly sold a large amount of drugs in a short time without bragging


My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
My mind is filled with ambitious and ruthless aspirations


GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
Luxury cars with expensive rims, elaborate plans, all aiming to amass wealth


than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
than Richie Rich, swiftly, people desire to harm me


If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
If they manage to kill me, dress my corpse in high-end Armani clothing, understand that


My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
My rap flow is like stealing your vehicle, leaving your brain in shambles


High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
I only deal with powerful firearms, now observe the aggressive nature


in my circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci
within my circle, numerous women and abundant money


Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
They conceal bulletproof vests beneath their clothing


Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent
Firing my Uzi, don't abandon me, my loyal comrades embody the same mentality


Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
Operating and evading the law in stolen or illegal vehicles


And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
And to my female associates involved in criminal activities


I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
I will relax and smoke cannabis in Belize when they eventually locate me


While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny
While you're preoccupied with casual sexual encounters, like a penis, engaging in destructive behavior


and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
and having unprotected sex, like the Cyrus virus in Cypress, it leaves you helpless on the ground


While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
While I simply sell drugs and smoke large amounts of marijuana


Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
I have multiple attorneys overseeing my legal matters to ensure I don't become financially ruined, now understand that


Them country niggas call me Frank White
Rural individuals refer to me as Frank White


I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
I'm firing my weapon from my luxurious home, obviously, I know I'm skilled and exceptional


Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
As the sun rises, my eyes open without any astonishment


Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
I have my partner smuggling drugs by concealing them on her thighs


With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
With various tools and equipment, she carries my valuable china merchandise


She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
She is of mixed black and Asian heritage, at age 26, she got me a rental car


The situation ain't accidental
The circumstances are not coincidental


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


Just some ghetto boys
Simply some individuals from disadvantaged neighborhoods


Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
Residing in and dealing with the hardships of impoverished communities


And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
Every single day, they must struggle and survive


It's just reality
That's the harsh truth of their lives




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...



All comments from YouTube:

@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

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