[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Shadyville Entertainment
Bad Boy collaboration
[Uncredited vocals]
I love n***as, I love n***as
Because n***as are me
And I should only love that which is me
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
[Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn
To all my Uptown
To all my Bronx
To all my Queensbridge
[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick - you know how black n***as get
With the hoods, fatigues; with the boots, with trees
Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's
Hitting buckshots at n***as that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make them wet in their 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
[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
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 fo' sho'!
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, 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., because f** what she say
She don't give a f** about your a** anyway
Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale
Where the hand sk**s are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-ha, yo chief, pa** the buddha
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in 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 with 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** with, nor see Poppa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk a** off proper
There's no place like home, New York! New York!
I run this city, and I don't dance around like Diddy
n***as is giddy, till they're smacked silly
Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they don't want drama really
p**y n***as get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*Gun co*k*} ha! I'm on fire!
n***as out in Philly they feel me, they bump my sh** {*Gunshot*}
Every bootlegger you know, pump my sh** - b**h!
[Hook]