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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

Last Poets]
I niggas, I love niggas~!
Cause are meeeee
And I should only love which is meeeee
I love to see go through changes
I to see niggas, shoot the shit
But there's one thing about niggas I do not

[50
Yeah... did it nigga!

[Chorus: B.I.G.]
To all my "Niggas!!"
To all my Uptown "You understand!!"
To all my Bronx "In this nigga!!"
To all my bridge "Swept you away.."

B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Smalls rips it quick
and kicks it quick, you how black niggaz get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, crazy G's
Hittin' at niggaz that open spots
on the avenue, my loot, and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, 'em wet in they pantyhose
Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded
in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin' out

[Chorus: 50 - repeat 2X]
We the realest
50 Cent and B.I.G. my
Don't try to act like you feel us nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo'
the trigger, leave a nigga fa' sho'!
We the nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my
try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo'
Squeeze the trigger, a nigga fa' sho'!

B.I.G.]
Then we smoke spliffs, we pack
Just in case wanna riff
He get a lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip lawyer
Spit at the D.A., cause what she say
She don't give a about your ass anyway
Up North bound first stop, Water or Bitch-skill
Where the hand are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain
Ha hahhh, yo chief, the Buddha

[Verse: 50
When I was young my M.O. was to go
Even my P.O. she me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let people fill you up wit octane, I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it
Check it - thou shalt not wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, break yo ass off propa'
There's no place home, New York - New York
I run the city, and I don't dance like Diddy
is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't want drama
Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin' my lyrics Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they me, they bump my shit
Every you know, pump my shit bitch!