| Lyrics: | Intro: Biggie
Uhh, check it out, uhh
*singing* 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
Niggaz know the deal
Niggaz know who the Don is
Live from
Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Verse One: Puff
Daddy
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
seperately 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 niggaz bring the
ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Chorus:
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
-- these ghetto streets
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