Young G's (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Jay-Z) - Puff Daddy & The Family

Notorious B.I.G. F/ Jay-Z, Angela Winbush Miscellaneous I Love the Dough *Dice game intro* Uhh, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Hah, what, I like this Uhh, uhh, I like this What? Uhh, what? Uhh One: Jay-Z We push the hottest V's, peel fast Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass And parotta be, somethin you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones Bein broke is childish and I'm quite grown Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan' Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm gone You cats is home, screamin the fight's on I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son Same night, same fight But one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get And any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars Cats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d'ourves And rack up frequent flier mileage Angela Winbush Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey Two: Notorious B.I.G. I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin Watch is platinum, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CD's and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot On the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange I hate y'all too Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal Bitches used to go, "Ewww!" Still tote steel, tryin to see five mil Off the sin-gle, for real You ain't fazin the amazin While your gun's raisin, mine is blazin See you on see me all talkin to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocker, Roc-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collabo Two MC's with mad dough, ju' know! Angela Winbush I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (Repeat 2X) Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G. Miracu-lous, pockets stay full Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers And we, clappin doors in your Acuras Snap like, cameras on amateurs Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws Erybody got a part to play, back to yours Run up in your crib now, crack your doors Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss Play the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lost And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all Too bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yours Truly, do we, we laugh at y'all Little bastards y'all Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts on horseback Ridin decidin cracked crab or lobster Who say mobsters don't prosper Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve Oscars Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile everytime he see our faces Cases catch more than outfield-ers Half these rappin cats, ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make em dash like Dame Angela Winbush I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (Repeat to fade)

Okay, I'm reloaded You motherfuckers think you big time? Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time Here come "The Pain" Jigga (Jigga) Bigga (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure? (How you figure?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us? (Uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh) And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that wit' ya! Hit ya! Back-split ya! (Uh) Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh!) Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo!) Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mm-hmm) Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (ha-ha) Most hated Can't fade it (uh) While y'all pump, willie (what?), I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh) Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh) But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him "What's ya name?" Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh) Peruvians tried to do me in (word), I ain't paid them yet Tryna push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit (frostbit), rings too Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who!? Motherfucker! JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all! (Marcy) that's right, you don't stop! (Bed-Stuy) uh-huh, you won't stop! (Nigga!) What, what, what? JAY-Z, Big Smalls, nigga, shit your drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit, you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV Jigga JAY-Z Biggie, baby (uh) My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62's, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh) Gram choppin', police van dockin' D's at my doors knockin' (what?) Keep rockin', yeah! No more Mr. Nice Guy, I twist ya shit The fuck back with the pistols blazin'! Hot like Cajun (uh) Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside Get up out of there, fuck your ride! Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh) Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White Need the keys to your InnKeeper (that's right) Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy You ain't harmin' me, so pardon me Pass the safe, before I blaze the place And here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn-lyn-lyn) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (Crown Heights, uh) you don't stop! (Brownsville) you won't stop! (Nigga!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, haha) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Bushwick) you don't stop! (Fort Greene) you won't stop! (Niggas) Yeah, yeah, yeah For '96, the only MC with a flu Yeah, I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin' to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China White, heroin Nigga, please, like short sleeves, I bear arms (um) Stay out my way from here on (clear?) Gone! (Uh) Me and Gutta had two spots The two-for-five dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh) Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' too hot If Faith have twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh) Get it? 2 Pac's? (Uh, uh, uh) Time to separate the pros from the cons (And the.) the platinum from the bronze That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh) A S1 diamond from a I class don A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh? Brook-Nam, sippin' on Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (uh) The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanan's (uh) Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica I'm warnin' ya! (Ha, what the fuck?) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (Flatbush) you don't stop! (Red Hook) that's right, you won't stop! (Nigga!) Hahaha! (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (East New York) you don't stop! (Clinton Hill, uh-huh) you won't stop! (Nigga!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Is Brooklyn in the house? Uh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Junior M.A.F.I.A. Supermen clique Brooklyn's Finest, you rewind this Representin' BK to the fullest

I wish I had another chance, another place to die I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun What you expected from this next of kin? I'm loco, bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen A shawty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep stressin' the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take to make my heart stop? And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake I am here, I'm watching you (if I should die before I wake) Love, the flesh, my blood's pouring through (if I should die before I wake) This can't be reality (if I should die before I wake) Wake up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake) My dead face I see, my dead face I see! I wish I had another chance, another place to die I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun On your mark, get set, when I spark you're wet Look how dark it get when you're marked with death Should I start your breath or should I let you die? If Biggie start to cry, ask why? Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front, the word's sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit You herbs get stomped quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishing, I'm punishin' I'm done wit' them, son, I'm surprised you run wit them I think they got cum in 'em, 'cause they nothin' but ducks Tryna blow up like nitro with dynamite sticks Man, I smoke hydro, I rock diamonds that's slick Got paid off my flow, ride wit' my own click Take trips to Cairo, layin wit' yo' bitch I know you playin' you was rich Fuckin' prick, when I see you, I'ma I am here, I'm watching you (when I see you, I'ma) Love, the flesh, my blood's pouring through (when I see you, I'ma) This can't be reality (when I see you, I'ma) Wake up, my dead face I see (when I see you, I'ma) My dead face I see, my dead face I see! I wish I had another chance, another place in mind I would've done shit different if I had time I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun I wouldn't have been in no bullshit, I don't have to run I wish I had another chance, another place in mind I would've done shit different if I had time I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun I wouldn't have been in no bullshit, I don't have to run I don't have to run I don't have to run I don't have to run I don't have to run When I see you, I'ma I don't have to run When I see you, I'ma I don't have to run