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[P.Diddy]

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse: 50
When I was young my M.O. was to go the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the 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. style watch the kid break it
Check it, shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New
I run this city, I don't dance around like
Niggas is giddy, till they smack
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they want drama really
Pushy niggas get lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they my shit
Even you know, bump my shit, bitch!