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[P.Diddy]

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

(50 Cent)]
I love niggas! I niggas!
niggas are me!
And I only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I

[B.I.G.]
To all my (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You understand?!)
To all my (It's war nigga)
To all my (I'll blow you away)

B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black get
With the hoods fatigues with the with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin G's
Hittin' buckshots at that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm you
Pimpin hoes drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her
Damn, a nigga style is
Grip the glock, I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow motherfuckin back out
a real nigga for ya

[Chorus: 50 (2x)]
We the nigga
50 and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you feel a nigga
yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a fa' sho!

B.I.G.]
When we spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, very
Not your ordinary, we you get buried
That's a real for ya
Get mad do a quarter the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. fuck what she say
She give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first for the town
of fist-skill, where the skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, the ruler

[Verse: 50
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the
And my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let people feel your awkward
I I'm not playin'
Get gassed up to get up
Real B.I.G. watch the kid break it down
Check it, shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place home, New York - New York
I run this city, I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Vanilly
the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my
Even you know, bump my shit, bitch!