Mase and D-Block (then known as "The L.O.X.") joined Bad Boy just as a widely publicized rivalry with the West Coast's Death Row Records was beginning. Combs and The Notorious B.I.G. were criticized and parodied by Tupac Shakur and Suge Knight in songs and interviews during the mid-1990s. During 1994–1995, he also helped produce songs for TLC's CrazySexyCool, which was the decade's best-selling R&B album. Songs he helped produced include "If I Was Your Girlfriend" and "Can I Get A Witness"
Young G's
P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family Lyrics
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(I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at baby)
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
(Niggaz know the deal)
Niggaz 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
Had 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, good fellas leave all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality, yeah
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 niggaz 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
Niggaz 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 girl who'd comin' out of BWI
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
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
(Stay alive)
It's just reality, yeah
(Oh, 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, niggaz 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 vests under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me
My trigga niggaz 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' niggaz 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 niggaz 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 86 she got me rental
The situation ain't accidental
What? From a, from a young G's perspective
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
(To fight)
It's just reality
(It's just reality)
Just some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
(To stay alive)
It's just reality
The lyrics of P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family's song "Young G's" depict the struggle of growing up in poor urban neighborhoods and the desire to make it big in the rap game. The artists paint a picture of the harsh realities they face, including being constantly harassed by the police, making tough decisions about whether to choose a flashy lifestyle or save money for the future, and dealing with fake friends who only want to be around when they are successful. The lyrics also touch on themes of ambition, perseverance, and pride, as the artists describe their determination to succeed no matter what obstacles they encounter.
The first verse of the song describes the luxurious lifestyle that these rappers aspire to achieve, with references to expensive cars and jewelry. However, they quickly bring the listener back to reality with the line "Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show" - emphasizing the struggle of trying to make it in the music industry when there is no financial support. The second verse delves deeper into the themes of perseverance and determination, as the artists describe the struggles and sacrifices they have made to get where they are today.
Overall, "Young G's" is a powerful representation of the journey that many rappers have gone through to reach success, and the ongoing struggle to maintain that success in a world that can be both brutal and fleeting.
Line by Line Meaning
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
My rhymes are so good that they're otherworldly
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
Riding around in fancy cars with famous people
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
We've got ways to stay hidden from the police
Crucial choices to make like A-C or the drop
Deciding between a convertible or air conditioning is a serious decision for us
Through hard work I earn the vault
I worked hard to make my wealth
Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
I'll never forget where I came from
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
I've got lots of money and expensive possessions
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Your fake friends won't be there when you need them
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
Don't come to me for a handout, work for your own success
Propellers, good fellas leave all them playa haters jealous
We're so successful that haters are envious of us
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
We pay our respects to rappers who have passed away
My brain is haunted with mean dreams
I'm constantly thinking of ways to make more money
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer
I've got expensive cars and jewelry and schemes to make even more money
Bulletproof vests under they coochie
My female associates wear bulletproof vests for protection
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me
I'm armed and dangerous, don't cross me
Contributed by Natalie G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@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