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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

[50
Yeah... did it nigga!

Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my "Niggas!!"
To all my Uptown "You understand!!"
To all my Bronx "In world nigga!!"
To all my Queens "Swept you away.."

B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you Biggie Smalls rips it quick
and it quick, you know 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, take my loot, and I'm you
Pimpin' hoes drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make 'em wet in they
Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga act out
I just black out, and they motherfuckin' back out

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

B.I.G.]
Then we spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread riff
He get a free 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 your
Spit at the D.A., cause fuck she say
She don't give a fuck your ass anyway
Up North first stop, Water town or Bitch-skill
the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo chief, pass the

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