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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 to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all that do it I love

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

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

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

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

[Verse: 50
I was young my M.O. was to go hail 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 your people your awkward
I I'm not playin'
Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New - New York
I run city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they want drama really
niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire!
out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegger you know, my shit, bitch!