Young G's
Notorious B.I.G. 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 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...
@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