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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

Last Poets]
I love niggas, I niggas~!
niggas are meeeee
And I should only that which is meeeee
I love to see niggas go through
I love to see niggas, shoot the
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 "You niggas understand!!"
To all my "In this 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 the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshot at niggaz that open
on the avenue, my loot, and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make 'em wet in pantyhose
Damn, a nigga is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I down the crowded blocks
Just in case a wanna act out
I just black out, and blow motherfuckin' back out

50 Cent - 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'
Squeeze the trigger, a nigga fa' sho'!
We the realest
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, leave a fa' sho'!

B.I.G.]
Then we spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna
He get a lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we you get buried
That's a nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter the script, and rip your lawyer
at the D.A., cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass
Up North bound stop, Water town or Bitch-skill
the hand skills 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 called me the Ginger Man
I catch a new case, and her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your fill you up wit octane, I'm not playing
Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it
Check it - thou not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll yo ass off propa'
no place like 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 drama really
niggaz get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood feel me {*gun cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, my shit bitch!