Intro: Uhh it out uhh *singing* I steps in the Mo's and the hoes at bay bee! Fuck all that pretty Takin it back to the gutter for you Niggaz know the know who the Don is Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the one Peep uhh what what Verse One: Puff Out of this world like when I spit these bars Come with these stars up in luxury cars We them radars to stay free from the cops choices to make, like A-C or the drop Are we stop? Shit man never my squad go broke Your squad your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't Nigga I know, say 'Been There Done That' like Dre hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never back or I turn to salt Got nice watches cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no When you all fucked up, and get no break When fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, tell you to beat it Fuck that, get own nigga, don't ask me for shit what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the fact I let it be known We still fly but seperately cause now I, my own Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all playa haters jealous Billboard should tell us, they can't touch us Why bring the ruckus? release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Just ghetto boys Living in these streets -- these ghetto streets And everyday gotta fight to stay alive It's reality Verse Two: Yeah, you a deal, check here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed I try to bring you life but want dead So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head I been rich I been poor I saved and bread Some say I been here because of the way I zone Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin of Rome Reoccuring, that he like that cause he's observing Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own In the physical, onee seems, like a lost In fact my thoughts differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie, got cats, likening me to the mob Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's Niggaz that got killed in the and all the babies born Know they fully prepared for this New World Order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter You walk em it, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, I doubled the pie Had a and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi I die It's happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin way Verse Three: B.I.G. Damn it good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and flaunt it My brain is haunted, mean dreams with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, it My carjack, make your brains splat High caliber is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin And to my hit hoes, my mommies I be smokin trees in Belize when find me While you still killin niggaz with punany, heiny and Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, pounds to choke Got watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggaz call me Frank I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's Sunrise open my no surprise Got my shorty flyin in with keys to her thighs With all the utensils, who my china thing She half half oriental eighty-six she got me rental The ain't accidental.. What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X) Chorus 2X to