[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
  And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
  It's just reality
    [Verse Two: Jay-Z]
    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
  Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing
  Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
  Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
  In the physical, onee 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
  Niggaz 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
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]
    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, niggaz 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 circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci
  Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
  Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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.. [repeat 2X]
    [Chorus 2X to fade]