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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

[50
Yeah... did it nigga!

[Chorus: 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 know Biggie Smalls rips it
and kicks it quick, you know how niggaz get
with the hoods fatigues the boots with trees
weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshot at niggaz that open
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 style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded
Just in case a nigga act out
I just black out, and blow motherfuckin' back out

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

B.I.G.]
Then we smoke spliffs, we pack
Just in case dread wanna
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough
Not your ordinary, we watch you get
That's a real for ya
Get mad do a quarter the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A., fuck what she say
She don't a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North bound stop, Water town or Bitch-skill
Where the hand are real ill
be a super Hoover 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"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane, I'm not
Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. watch the kid break it down
Check it - thou shalt not fuck wit North C.
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off
There's no place home, New York - New York
I run the city, and I don't dance around like
Niggas is giddy, they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't want drama
Pussy niggaz get hard lip my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they me {*gun cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they my shit
Every bootlegger you know, my shit bitch!