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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

[The Last
I niggas, I love niggas~!
niggas are meeeee
And I should only that which is meeeee
I love to see go through changes
I to see niggas, shoot the shit
But there's one 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 Bronx "In world 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 know how black get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with
weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' at niggaz that open spots
on the avenue, take my loot, and I'm you
Pimpin' that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, 'em wet in they pantyhose
Damn, a nigga is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow motherfuckin' back out

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

B.I.G.]
Then we smoke spliffs, we four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna
He get a free to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we you get buried
That's a nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip lawyer
at the D.A., cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about ass anyway
Up North first stop, Water town or Bitch-skill
Where the hand are real ill
You'll be a Hoover doo-doo stain remover
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 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 gassed up to get up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid it down
Check it - thou shalt not wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll yo ass off propa'
There's no like home, New York - New York
I run the city, and I don't dance like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac
They don't drama really
Pussy niggaz get lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*gun hah!! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my
Every you know, pump my shit bitch!