[00:00.000] 作词 : Burton Rashad Smith/Christopher Wallace/Earl De Rouen/Edward Howard/Kelly Price/Oliver Sain/Sean Carter/Todd Eric Gaither
[00:00.555] 作曲 : Burton Rashad Smith/Christopher Wallace/Earl De Rouen/Edward Howard/Kelly Price/Oliver Sain/Sean Carter/Todd Eric Gaither
[00:01.111]Uhh, check it out, uhh
[00:07.720]I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee?!
[00:10.227]**** all that pretty shit
[00:12.082]Taking it back to the gutter for you mother****ers
[00:15.530]Niggas know the deal
[00:16.236]Niggas know who the Don is
[00:18.012]Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
[00:19.762]Peep game, uhh, what, what, what
[00:22.087]Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
[00:24.751]Come **** with these stars up in luxury cars (yeah)
[00:27.573]We built in radars to stay free from the cops
[00:30.316]Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop (haha)
[00:33.189]Are we gonna stop? shit man, if my squad go broke
[00:36.089]Your squad oughta choke
[00:37.551]Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
[00:39.798]Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
[00:42.253]Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre (uh-huh)
[00:45.519]Through hard work I earn the vault
[00:47.452]Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt (yeah)
[00:50.064]Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings (c'mon)
[00:53.199]Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (that's right)
[00:55.863]Can't relate to mother****ers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh)
[00:58.502]When you all ****ed up, and can't get no break (uh-huh)
[01:01.480]When your fake a*s friends don't help you out when you need it
[01:04.379]Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (uh)
[01:07.096]**** that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
[01:09.787]That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah)
[01:12.843]Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
[01:15.429]We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own (c'mon)
[01:18.485]Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
[01:22.221]Billboard charts should tell us (yeah)
[01:23.971]They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
[01:26.662]Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, mother****ers
[01:30.188]Just some ghetto boys
[01:35.439]Living in these ghetto streets (These ghetto streets)
[01:41.081]And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive
[01:46.227]It's just reality
[01:48.735]Yeah, make you a deal, check
[01:52.183]These here's the dog years and mother****ers don't shed
[01:55.318]I try to bring you life but mother****ers want dead
[01:58.218]So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead
[02:00.934]'Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flown through your head
[02:03.808]I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread
[02:06.472]Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
[02:09.111]Some said, Jigga zone's like the falling of Rome
[02:12.036]Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant
[02:15.145]Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
[02:17.679]Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
[02:20.631]In the physical, unseen like Allah's body
[02:23.321]In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
[02:26.142]But it's the R-shottie, that got cats, likening me
[02:29.251]To the mob John Gotti, rap dudes biting me 'cause
[02:32.255]I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
[02:34.763]Pardon me, y'all, the great Bob Marley
[02:37.845]Solemnly, we mourn all the rappers that's gone
[02:40.353]Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
[02:43.174]Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
[02:45.943]So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
[02:48.947]You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
[02:51.742]Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it
[02:54.381]Destined for greatness, and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie
[02:57.280]Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of B-W-I
[03:00.154](In school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
[03:02.844]And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
[03:05.692]And it's gon' happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way
[03:08.618]'Cause if that's my dough you're trapping, I'm clapping your way
[03:11.021]It's for the ghetto...
[03:11.125]Just some ghetto boys
[03:16.454]Living in these ghetto streets
[03:22.567]And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (stay alive)
[03:28.183]It's just reality (reality)
[03:33.617]Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (uh)
[03:37.065]Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (uh-huh)
[03:39.677]My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
[03:41.715]GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes
[03:44.823]To get richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
[03:48.036]If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
[03:51.197]My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
[03:53.992]High caliber gats is all I **** with, now peep the rough shit
[03:56.944]In my circumference, mad niggas with mad lucci
[04:00.053]******proof vestses under they Coogi
[04:02.378]Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent
[04:05.669]Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (uh-huh)
[04:07.889]And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
[04:10.319]I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
[04:12.983]While you still killin' niggas with punani, like heiny
[04:15.700]And Cyrus up in Cypress **** you raw, you on the floor with the virus
[04:19.279]While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (uh-huh)
[04:22.100]Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
[04:25.026]Them country niggas call me Frank White
[04:27.246]I'm jerkin' off in my loft, of course I know my shit's tight
[04:30.590]Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise
[04:33.150]Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thi***
[04:36.311]With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
[04:38.818]She half-black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental
[04:42.031]The situation ain't accidental
[04:43.547]What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh...
[04:46.028]What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh...
[04:46.838]Just some ghetto boys
[04:47.831]Living in these ghetto streets
[04:51.958]And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
[04:57.888]It's just reality, it's just reality
[05:03.948]Just some ghetto boys
[05:08.729]Living in these ghetto streets
[05:15.311]And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
[05:20.588]It's just reality

作词 : Burton Rashad Smith/Christopher Wallace/Earl De Rouen/Edward Howard/Kelly Price/Oliver Sain/Sean Carter/Todd Eric Gaither
作曲 : Burton Rashad Smith/Christopher Wallace/Earl De Rouen/Edward Howard/Kelly Price/Oliver Sain/Sean Carter/Todd Eric Gaither
Uhh, check it out, uhh
I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee?!
**** all that pretty shit
Taking it back to the gutter for you mother****ers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what, what
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come **** with these stars up in luxury cars (yeah)
We built in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop (haha)
Are we gonna stop? shit man, if 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 mother****ers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh)
When you all ****ed up, and can't get no break (uh-huh)
When your fake a*s friends don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (uh)
**** 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 them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us (yeah)
They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, mother****ers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets (These ghetto streets)
And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Yeah, make you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and mother****ers don't shed
I try to bring you life but mother****ers 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 zone's like the falling of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant
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-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, 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 beats 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 in a girdle coming 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
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 everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (stay alive)
It's just reality (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
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 **** with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad niggas with mad lucci
******proof vestses under they Coogi
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 heiny
And Cyrus up in Cypress **** 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 jerkin' 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 thi***
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, uhh...
What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh...
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality, it's just reality
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality