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[P.Diddy]

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

[B.I.G.]
To all my (Niggas!)
To all my (You niggas 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 Smalls grips it
And kicks it quick, you know how black get
the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, crazy G's
buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm you
Pimpin hoes that drive 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 case a nigga act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin out
That's a real for ya

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

B.I.G.]
When we spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in dread wanna riff
He get a free to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we you get buried
That's a real for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your
at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck your ass anyway
Up North first stop 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, pass the

[Verse: 50
When I was young my M.O. was to go the Henny
And my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and her ass "catch me if you can"
let your 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
it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, break yo punk ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New
I run city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they smack
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me [gun hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, bump my shit
Even bootlegger you know, my shit, bitch!