作词 : Rashad Smith/Todd Gaither/Biggie Smalls/Shawn Corey Carter 作曲 : Rashad Smith/Todd Gaither/Biggie Smalls/Shawn Corey Carter Uhh, check it out, uhh I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee?! F*ck all that pretty sh*t Taking it back to the gutter for you motherf*ckers N*ggas know the deal N*ggas 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 f*ck 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? Sh*t 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 N*gga 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 *****es and rings (c'mon) Guess it's safe to say a n*gga like me got nice things (that's right) Can't relate to motherf*ckers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh) When you all f*cked 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 bullsh*t, politely tell you to beat it (uh) F*ck that, get your own n*gga, don't ask me for sh*t That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah) N*gga 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 n*ggas bring the ruckus? Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers don't shed I try to bring you life but motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas 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 N*ggas 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 n*gga 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, n*ggas 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 f*ck with, now peep the rough sh*t In my circumference, mad *****es with mad lucci ******proof vestses under they Coogi Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger n*ggas 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' n*ggas with punani, like heiny And Cyrus up in Cypress f*ck 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 n*ggas call me Frank White I'm ******in' off in my loft, of course I know my sh*t'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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Rashad Smith/Todd Gaither/Biggie Smalls/Shawn Corey Carter [00:00.555] 作曲 : Rashad Smith/Todd Gaither/Biggie Smalls/Shawn Corey Carter [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]F*ck all that pretty sh*t [00:12.082]Taking it back to the gutter for you motherf*ckers [00:15.530]N*ggas know the deal [00:16.236]N*ggas 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 f*ck 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? Sh*t 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]N*gga 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 *****es and rings (c'mon) [00:53.199]Guess it's safe to say a n*gga like me got nice things (that's right) [00:55.863]Can't relate to motherf*ckers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh) [00:58.502]When you all f*cked 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 bullsh*t, politely tell you to beat it (uh) [01:07.096]F*ck that, get your own n*gga, don't ask me for sh*t [01:09.787]That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah) [01:12.843]N*gga 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 n*ggas bring the ruckus? [01:26.662]Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, motherf*ckers [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 motherf*ckers don't shed [01:55.318]I try to bring you life but motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas 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]N*ggas 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 n*gga 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, n*ggas 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 f*ck with, now peep the rough sh*t [03:56.944]In my circumference, mad *****es with mad lucci [04:00.053]******proof vestses under they Coogi [04:02.378]Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger n*ggas 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' n*ggas with punani, like heiny [04:15.700]And Cyrus up in Cypress f*ck 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 n*ggas call me Frank White [04:27.246]I'm ******in' off in my loft, of course I know my sh*t'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
