Young G's

Uh (man), check it out (I'm back, man), uh (uh)

(I steps in, where the Mo' and the hoes at, baby?) Fuck all that pretty shit (uh)

Taking 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, uh (what?) Uh (what?) Uh (what?)

Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars

Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (yeah)

With built-in radars to stay free from the cops

Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop?

Are we gon' stop? Shit, man, never my squad go broke

Your squad oughta 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 (uh-huh)

Through hard work, I earn the vault

Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt (yeah)

Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings (c'mon)

Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (that's right)

Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't got no cake (eh-eh)

When you all fucked up and can't get no break (uh-huh)

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 (uh)

Fuck that, get your own, nigga, don't ask me for shit

That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah)

Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known

We still fly, but separately, 'cause now I charter my own (c'mon)

Propellers, goodfellas, leave all 'em player-haters jealous

Billboard charts should tell us (yeah)

They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?

Because release dates' bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some ghetto boys

Living in these ghetto streets (these ghetto streets)

And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive (ooh)

It's just reality (yeah), (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 barrel, with the chrome, with the lead

'Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flown 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's zone's like the falling of Rome

Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant (uh)

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, unseen like Allah's body

In fact, my thoughts don't differ much from that of God Body

But it's the R-shotty that got cats likening me to the mob John Gotti

Rap dudes biting 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

To walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it

Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it

Destined for greatness, and y'all knew this when I doubled the buy

Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of BWI (in school)

I hated algebra, but I loved to multiply

And I told my nigga B.I.G. I'd be multi before I die

And it's gon' happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way

'Cause if that's my dough you're trapping

I'm clapping your way, it's for the ghetto

Just some ghetto boys

Living in these ghetto streets

And every day they gotta fight to stay alive (to stay alive)

It's just reality (oh, reality)

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

GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes

To get richer than Richie quickly, niggas wanna hit me (uh)

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 (uh) with mad lucci

Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis

Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent

Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (uh-huh)

And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis

I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me

While you still killin' niggas with punani

Like Connie and Cyrus up in Cypress

Fuck you raw, you 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 squirtin' off up in my loft, of course, I know my shit's tight

Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise

Got my shorty flyin' in with kis taped to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my china thing

She half-Black, half-oriental (uh), 86, she got me rental

The situation ain't accidental

Just some ghetto boys (what? From a-, from a young Gs perspective, uh)

Living in these ghetto streets (what? From a-, from a young Gs perspective, uh)

And every day they gotta fight to stay alive

It's just reality (it's just reality)

Just some ghetto boys (oh, oh)

Living in these ghetto streets (ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And every day they gotta fight to stay alive

It's just reality