Niggas

[Intro: Puff Daddy] Shadyville Entertainment Bad Boy collaboration [Uncredited vocals] I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot the shit But there's one thing about niggas 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 niggas get With the hoods, fatigues; with the boots, with trees Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's 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 them wet in their 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 [Hook: 50 Cent] (x2) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga 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 nigga for ya' Get mad do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A., because fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale Where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha-ha, yo chief, pass 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 ass: "Catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up with octane, I'm not playing Get gassed up, to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it: thou shalt not fuck with, nor see Poppa 50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper There's no place like home, New York! New York! I run this city, and I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they're smacked silly Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they don't want drama really Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli In the hood they feel me {*Gun cock*} ha! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {*Gunshot*} Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch! [Hook]