50 Cent - The Realest n***as lyrics

Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy But I'm gonna shout y'all n***as out 'Cause I got number one love for New York, n***as, you heard? I love n***as, I love n***as 'cause n***as are me And I should only love that which is me I love to see n***as go through changes I love to see n***as shoot through sh** And to all n***as that do it, I love 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) 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 Gs Hittin' buckshots at n***as that open spots on the avenue Take my loot and I'm baggin' you Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvos 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 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 fo' sho' 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 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 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 Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish scale Where the hand scales are real ill You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover Yo, G, pa** the buddha 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 fo' sho' When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand 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 you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame 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 and now I dance around like Diddy n***as is giddy 'til they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama, really Pushy n***as get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire n***as out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my sh** Even bootlegged, you know, bump my sh**, b**h 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 fo' sho' I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Twizzy's in this b**h 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 bullsh** 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 comin', D-Twizzy's comin' You sick to your stomach 50 percent is 50 Cent The other 50 percent is who's color skin it is Well, if you're even considering takin' our label down You better find our building and fly a f**ing 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 'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates into some other sh** Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones 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 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 pussies 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 Pink tickle me Hickory dickory dock, tickety 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' f** around and k** 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 'Cuz we gon' f** around and steal your people Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50 We gon' k** yo' f**in' label fa 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