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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

[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 know Biggie Smalls rips it
and kicks it quick, you know how niggaz get
with the hoods fatigues the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' G's
Hittin' buckshot at niggaz that spots
on the avenue, my loot, and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that drive and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make 'em wet in pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is
Grip the Glock, I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga act out
I black out, and blow 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 feel us nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo'
the trigger, leave a nigga fa' sho'!
We the nigga
50 and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you feel a nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo'
the trigger, leave a nigga fa' sho'!

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

[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 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 not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, break 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 want really
Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Vanilli
In the hood they feel me cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, my shit bitch!