Puff Daddy – Young G’s ft. Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z & Kelly Price

Download clean vinyl mp3 audio song by Sean Combs a.k.a Puff Daddy or P. Diddy titled “Young G’s ft. Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z & Kelly Price”.

Actually this wonderful song is popped out of his album which is titled ‘No Way Out’ which was released in the year 1997.

 

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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

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