 [Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that which is
me
I love to see niggas go through
changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through
shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas
understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you
away)
[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie
Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how
black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the
boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy
G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open
spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and
I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and
Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her
pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the
crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they
motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a
nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa'
sho!
[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack
four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary,
rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get
buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script,
and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she
say
She don't give a fuck about your ass
anyway
Up North *bound first stop for the
town
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are
real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo
stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler
[Chorus]
[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to
go hand in hand
And even my P.O. she called me the
Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass
"catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your
awkward
I tame I'm not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break
it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit
North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off
propa'
Theres no place like home, New
York, New York
I run this city, and now I dance
around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack
silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they
don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my
lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun
cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me,
they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump
my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch
With Obie Triiiiice
So watch what you say
Before you call our name
If you say one more thing
It won't be nice
[Verse: Eminem]
Here we go
I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some
bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us
to love us
You ain't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin
D-Twizzy's comin
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50-Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it
is
Well if you're even considering takin
our label down
You better find our building and fly a
fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette
into it
I'm just tryin to give you a little hint
for your own benefit
Cuz then it's gunna get to the point
where it escalates into some other
shit
Then Im a flip
Then Im a get to stompin in my Air
Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs
or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many
feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these
into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it
could be
But I get a woody when these
pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the
position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle
me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock
tickety a little bit of the diggity dock
diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig
jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel
our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your
label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady
Records, we the label fa sho
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel
our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal
your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon'
kill yo fuckin' label fa sho
Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the
mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk
cuz I'm off probation in less then 6
MONTHS!
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