Featuring Notorious B.I.G. and Jay-Z
Uh, check it out, uh
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
Just some ghetto boys
Yeah, make you a deal, check
Just some ghetto boys
Damn, it feel good to see people up on it
Just some ghetto boys
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at, baby
Fuck all that pretty shit
Taking it back to the gutter for you mother fuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uh, what, what
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop
Are we going to stop, shit, man, never my squad go broke
Your squad artichoke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your one's 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 mother fuckers, who ain't got 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 asking 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 player 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, mother fuckers
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And every day they got to fight to stay alive
It's just reality
These here's the dog years, and mother fuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but mother fuckers 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 flowing 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 falling 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 biting me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me you 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 them through it, you know, talk them through it
Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and you all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and 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
It's going to happen whether rapping or clapping, have it your way
Cause if's that my dough you're trapping, I'm clapping your way
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And every day they got to fight to stay alive
It's just reality
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 want to 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
Spitting my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent
Driving dirty in J-30s getting bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killing 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 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
What, from a, from a young G's perspective
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And every day they got to fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And every day they got to fight to stay alive
It's just reality