Young G's Perspective

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] It's some Junior Mafia shit right here We just gonna set it off We's know the deal This shit is real On this end, uh Shit is real on this end No friends, J-M (Shit it real on this end) Shit is real on this end (Shit is real on this end) No friends, J-M [Verse 1: Trife] Got into my mind, shit is smoked up, my sight is blind Cock back the nine 'cause I might not like what I find Murders I seen, killer fiend Through the endosheen mean burst into flying guilotine Hennesey I sip 'til I'm ripped Iron the gun and slip exhale hollow tips With my pointer angle, this must be the devil's triangle Confused, so I mangle, demons I had to strangle Professional hitman and so they guns, multi clips I grab my gats, cock, go back and let him pull it [Verse 2: Larceny] I said I'll rough a real bitch, nigga, you better back up With the four-four devil loaded, so motherfuckers slack up I shit the raps and craps, give me my snaps Bitches wanting the claps 'cause I'm leaving 'em with fucking gaps I write rhymes, the game mind, the maintain mind The rag around my head is for the gang sign So with the bottom lick the sha body shody Fear nobody adolescence catching fucking bodies On all you bitches, gang-bangers, snitches I get so fucked up I don't know, which, which, is which is Larceny's a part of me, trifling is stifling, MC's on they ass Two snakes in the fucking grass, nigga [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know what time is is? No friends, J-M [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young G's perspective (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young G's perspective [Verse 3: Larceny] (Larceny) The dirty trigger nigga, fuck the looking good shit I rather grab my gat, cock bullshit Heat I keep when I creep Using the Snake intellect to catch wreck and count them greens A nigga drops, I wish it was the cops Shit is hot, got the motherfucking block locked [Verse 4: Trife] Wicked creator, life eliminator Continue to sin you, murder's on the menu Which get in you, meet the boom on the stab wound Blood harvester tomb catch a body every full moon MC's with temptation, death by asphyxiation Snake relation like proper damn nation Since birth on this scortched dirt Badness with the lyricals pocket full of miracles I'm sick, and sick of being tired Ain't a soul I fear, too tired to care At sunrise to let my tempature rise Eagle eyes, don't believe in me, believe your eyes Should I cry? Cause I wet a nigga then he die Go cock my line, roll up and get high [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young G's perspective (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young G's perspective [Verse 5: DSP] I cause dirty bodies and bloodclots, very busses and buck shots Cock gluts and run the block, niggas who clean they clucks Niggas can see me nots, let it get hot Murder mo' niggas and got a longer wrap sheet than mets and cot Because I only get drastic so who has the black plastic Specs in the back with all the caskets Who can be mo killa? Blood spilla, clips with hollow points So when a nigga slips he shits like he's got salmonela Danger approaches, checking for who gets closest You're closest to get my focus, smoke these rookies like roaches Who can cause more terror than this like a full terrorist Breaking niggas like matches, broken bitches appoaches And you know this nigga let's it increase With mo' heat than a heater 'specialy when I got my milimeter Burning up these niggas like VD, these niggas try to see me Now I'm making benders like Houdini [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young G's perspective (What you want?) The keys, G-S 3's, the papes Bustin' in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young G's perspective [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] No doubt, no doubt The Bay Area meets Bedstuy Black Jack Junior M.A.F.I.A Frank White is the fucker Keeping it real for the 9-6 until, uh Yeah, no friends, J-M Uh, no friends, J-M I need a Black Jack Uh, no friends, J-M Uh, The Snakes No friends, J-M, uh No friends, J-M, uh Uh, No friends J-M