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[P.Diddy]

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

(50 Cent)]
I love niggas! I niggas!
niggas are me!
And I should only love that me
I love to see niggas go through (Whoooo!!)
I to see niggas 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 kicks it quick, you know how niggas get
the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open
On the avenue, my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded
Just in case a wanna act out
I black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
a real nigga for ya

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

B.I.G.]
When we spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case 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 the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. fuck what she say
She don't a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the
of fist-skill, the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a 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"
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 it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll yo punk ass off propa'
There's no like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like
Niggas is giddy, till they smack
Or wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics Milly Vanilly
the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they me, they bump my shit
Even you know, bump my shit, bitch!