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Nigga

Eminem, The Notorious B.I.G., 50 Cent

I love niggas! I love niggas! 'Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that which is me I 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 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) Back up, chump You know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick You know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with The boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin' crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas 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 nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock When I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out And blow they motherfuckin' back out That's a real nigga for ya We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and BIG, my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and BIG, my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure 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 nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script And rip your lawyer Spit at the DA cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town Of fist-skill Where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover Doo doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the budda We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and BIG, my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and BIG, my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure When I was young my MO was to go hand in hand And even my PO she called Me the Ginger Bread Man i cut ya new case And tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people you up with octane I'm not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real BIG style watch the kid break it down Check it Thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa' There's no place like home New York - New York i run this city I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly They don't want drama really Pussy niggas get hard lip-syncing my Lyrics like Milly Vanilly In the hood they feel me, gun cocked hah I'm on fire Niggas out in Philly they feel me They bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit Bitch! We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and BIG, my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and BIG, my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice (whoo) so watch what you say (uh uh) before you call our name If you say one more thing, it won't be nice Uh, here we go, I shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into Some bullshit sooner or later You little haters are too jealous Of us to love us you hate it, G-Unit made it And Obie's comin', D Twizzy's comin' You sick to your stomach Fifty percent is 50-Cent The other fifty percent is whose Color skin it is Well if you're even considering Takin' our label down You better find our building and fly A fucking plane into it But I ain't tryin' to get Too intricate into it I'm just tryin' to give you a Little hint for your own benefit 'Cause then it's gonna get to The point where it escalates Into some other shit, then I'ma flip Then I'ma get to stompin' in My Err Force One's Won't be able to tell if it's Two purrs or it's one It's gonna feel like there's so Many feet kickin' you You think that Nike just made These into cleat tennis shoes I don't know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these Pussy's try to push me Thinkin' they gon' put me in The position to pickle me Y'all tickle me pink I think I'd just rather have P!nk tickle me Hickory-dickory dock, tickety-tock-tickety A little bit of the diggity doc-diggity Mixed with a little bit Of the jigga-jig-jigga With a small pinch of Biggie Look at me, I'm just the bomb-diggity We the realest label Don't try to act like you Don't feel our label 'Cause we gon' fuck around And kill your label Obie, D Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We the label for sure we the realest label Don't try to act like you Don't feel our label We gon' fuck around and steal your people Obie, D Twizzy, G-Unit, 50 We gonna kill your fuckin' label for sure Shady in the place to be, see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right Still watch what you say to me punk 'Cause I'm off probation in Less than six months Haha, whoo! Shady Records Still Aftermath and don't think we don't Hear you motherfuckers talking 'Cause we do We see y'all But we just gonna sit back for a minute And watch what the fuck yall do

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