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IntroBefore Shots Queens you heard im a Florida boy but im gonna shout yall out cause i got number love for New York you heard(Haha!)
Intro
I love ! I love !
Cause are me!
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see go through changes
I love to see shoot through s**t
And to all that do it I love
B.I.G.
To all my Brooklyn ( !)
To all my Uptown (You understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigg*)
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 get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at 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
d*mn, a nigg* style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigg* wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfkin back out
That's a real nigg* for ya
Chorus: 50 Cent (x2)
We the realest nigg*
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigg*
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigg*
Biggie yo nigg*, 50 yo nigg*
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigg* 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 nigg* for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fk what she say
She don't give a fk about your as* anyway
Up Northbound, first stop Watertown and fish scale,
where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the buddha
Chorus
We the realest nigg*
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigg*
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigg*
Biggie yo nigg*, 50 yo nigg*
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigg* fa' sho!
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 as* "catch me if you can"
Don't let them people fill you up wit octane
I'm not playin
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fk wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk as* so propa'
Theres no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city, and now I dance around like Diddy
is giddy, till they smacked silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
p*ssy get hard from singing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me *gun c*cked* hah! I'm on fire!
out in Philly they feel me, they bump my s**t
Even bootlegged you know, bump my s**t, b*tch!
Chorus
We the realest nigg*
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigg*
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigg*
Biggie yo nigg*, 50 yo nigg*
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigg* fa' sho!
I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this b*tch
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 bulls**t 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 fking 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 s**t
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 p*ssy'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 d*ckory 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' fk 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' fk around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon' kill yo fkin' 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!
hahaha
shady records
still aftermath and
dont think we dont hear you motherfkers talkin
cos we do, we see y'll
but we just gonna sit back fo a minute and watch the fk y'll do
YOung Z
