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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 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 (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 Smalls grips it
And it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots 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 that drive Volvo's and
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her
Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I down the crowded blocks
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow motherfuckin back out
That's a nigga for ya

50 Cent (2x)]
We the nigga
50 and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't 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 case wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough
Not ordinary, we watch you get buried
a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck she say
She don't a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found stop for the town
of fist-skill, the hand skills are real ill
be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the

[Verse: 50
I was young my M.O. was to go hail 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 tame I'm not
Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed
50 Cent, I'll yo punk ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New - New York
I run this city, I dance around like Diddy
is giddy, till they smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want 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, they my shit
Even bootlegger you know, my shit, bitch!