Letras:
P Diddy Young G S

, from a young G's perspective Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's

three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me

that Diddy glow Black Rows in da cement I got that New Jack City flow Black Rows sittin' low 22 dippin' gold bangin' Friend or Foe, feel me Yea when from a young

lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess with the further i go down south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don

your boys, G-Unit there! {YOUNG BUCK! } Here I go! - Whoever want beef, lemme know! I ain't one of them artists dissed on that P. Diddy show. I can hit

's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even

probably gift wrap a planet and clone a million janet's respect my company Asala-maleka-brra-mutai-arrigato (Chorus) x2 (P.Diddy) ayo busta we gettin

this) We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun [P. Diddy] Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's Go [Verse 1: Nelly + (P. Diddy)] come here girl

come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Gansta's don't die, they get chubby