[Diddy]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [The Last Poets]
I love n***as, I love n***as~!
Cause n***as are meeeee
And I should only love that which is meeeee
I love to see n***as go through changes
I love to see n***as, shoot the sh**
But there's one thing about n***as I do not love [50 Cent]
Yeah... did it again n***a! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn "n***as!!"
To all my Uptown "You n***as understand!!"
To all my Bronx "In this world n***a!!"
To all my Queens bridge "Swept you away.." [Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
and kicks it quick, you know how black n***az get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshot at n***az 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 'em wet in they pantyhose
Damn, a n***a style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n***a wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherf**in' back out [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the realest n***a
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n***a
Don't try to act like you don't feel us n***a
Biggie yo' n***a, 50 yo' n***a
Squeeze the trigger, leave a n***a fa' sho'!
We the realest n***a
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n***a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a n***a
Biggie yo' n***a, 50 yo' n***a
Squeeze the trigger, leave a n***a fa' sho'! [Notorious B.I.G.]
Then we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real n***a for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A., cause f** what she say
She don't give a f** about your a** anyway
Up North bound first stop, Water town or b**h-sk**
Where the hand sk**s are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo chief, pa** the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
Even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her a** "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane, I'm not playing
Get ga**ed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it - thou shalt not f** wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo a** off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy
n***as is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't want drama really
p**y n***az get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*gun co*ked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
n***as out in Philly they feel me, they bump my sh**
Every bootlegger you know, pump my sh** b**h! [Chorus]