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* send corrections to the typist[P.Diddy]{*gunshot*}Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration[Intro] (50 Cent)I love niggas! I love niggas!Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that `presents meI 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 quickAnd kicks it quick, you know how black niggas getWith the hoods fatigues with the boots with treesSmokin weed, flippin ki`s, makin crazy G`sHittin` buckshots at niggas that open spotsOn the avenue, take my loot, and I`m baggin youPimpin hoes that drive Volvo`s and RodeosFlash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhoseDamn, a nigga style is unorthodoxGrip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocksJust in case a nigga wanna act outI just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back outThat`s real[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon`t try to act like you don`t feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga` leave a nigga fa` sho![Verse: B.I.G.]When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifthsJust in case dread wanna riffHe get a free lift to the cemetary, rough veryNot your ordinary, we watch you get buriedThat`s a real nigga for yaGet mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyerSpit at the D.A. cause fuck what she sayShe don`t give a fuck about your ass anywayUp North found first stop WatertownOf fist-skill, where the hand skills are real illYou`ll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain removerHa hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha[Chorus][Verse: 50 Cent]When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-handAnd even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread ManI catch 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 playingGet gassed up to get blast upReal B.I.G. style watch the kid break it downCheck it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa50 Cent, I`ll break yo ass off propa`There`s no place like home, New York - New YorkI run this city, I don`t dance around like DiddyNiggas is giddy, till they act smack sillyOr spray wit the Mack Milly, they don`t want drama reallyPussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly VanillyEven the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I`m on fire!Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shitEvery bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch![Chorus]

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