G-unit - n***as lyrics

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G-unit - n***as lyrics

[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]

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