[P.Diddy]
[gunshot]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)]
I love n***as! I love n***as!
Cause n***as are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see n***as go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see n***as shoot through sh** (Did it again)
And to all n***as that do it I love [B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (n***as!)
To all my Uptown (You n***as understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war n***a)
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 n***as get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at n***as 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
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
That's a real n***a for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent (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 a n***a
Biggie yo n***a, 50 yo n***a
Squeeze the trigga' leave a n***a 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 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 found first stop for the town
of fist-sk**, where the hand sk**s are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pa** the ruler [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her a** "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your awkward
I tame I'm not playin'
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 Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk a** off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
n***as is giddy, till they smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy n***as get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even 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**
Even bootlegger you know, bump my sh**, b**h! [Chorus]