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Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

Last Poets]
I love niggas, I niggas~!
niggas are meeeee
And I should love that which is meeeee
I love to see go through 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 "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 Smalls rips it quick
and kicks it quick, you know how niggaz get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' G's
Hittin' buckshot at niggaz that open
on the avenue, take my loot, and I'm you
Pimpin' hoes drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make 'em wet in they
Damn, a nigga style is
Grip the Glock, when I down the crowded blocks
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I just out, and blow they motherfuckin' back out

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

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

[Verse: 50
When I was my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
Even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Man
I a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
let your people fill you up wit octane, I'm not playing
Get up to get blast up
B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
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 dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't drama really
Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli
In the they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, my shit bitch!