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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

[50
Yeah... did it nigga!

[Chorus: 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 Biggie Smalls it quick
and it quick, you know how black niggaz get
the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' G's
buckshot at niggaz that open spots
on the avenue, my loot, and I'm baggin' you
hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make 'em wet in they
Damn, a nigga style is
the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and they motherfuckin' back out

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

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

[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 catch a new case, and her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people 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, I'll break yo ass off
no place like home, New York - New York
I run the city, and I don't dance around like
Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac
They want drama really
Pussy niggaz get lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every you know, pump my shit bitch!