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The Notorious B.I.G.( Notorious BIG )
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Realest Niggas
Notorious Big & 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 (Whoo) 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 Smoking weed, flipping ki's, making crazy Gs
Hitting buckshots at niggas 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 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 motherfucking back out That's a real nigga for ya
We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
When 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 nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. '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 Haha, yo, G, pass the ruler
We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
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 ass catch me if you can Don't let your people feel you're awkward
I tame I'm not lame, get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa
This new place like home, New York, New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy 'til they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me, hah, I'm on fire Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch
We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice So watch what you say before you call our name If you say one more thing, it won't be nice
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 ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's coming D-Twizzy's coming, you sick to your stomach
50 percent is 50 Cent, the other 50 percent is whose color skin it is Well if you're even considering taking our label down You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
I'm just trying to give you a little hint for your own benefit 'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates into some other shit Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stomping in my Air Force One's Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kicking 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
Thinking they gon' put me in the position to pickle me Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me Hickory dickory dock, tickoty tock tickety A little bit of the diggity dock diggity Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga 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 'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We the label fo' sho'
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 fucking label fo' sho'
Shady in the place to be seen And I got what it takes to rock the mic, right Still watch what you say to me punk 'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 months
Shady Records, Still Aftermath And don't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talking 'Cuz we do, we see y'all but we just gonna sit back for a minute And watch what the fuck y'all do
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