50 Cent - Ni**as lyrics

[Diddy] Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [The Last Poets] I love n***as, I love n***as~! Cause n***as are meeeee And I should only love that which is meeeee I love to see n***as go through changes I love to see n***as, shoot the sh** But there's one thing about n***as I do not love [50 Cent] Yeah... did it again n***a! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn "n***as!!" To all my Uptown "You n***as understand!!" To all my Bronx "In this world n***a!!" To all my Queens bridge "Swept you away.." [Notorious B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick and kicks it quick, you know how black n***az get with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's Hittin' buckshot at n***az 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 'em wet in they 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 [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 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 us n***a Biggie yo' n***a, 50 yo' n***a Squeeze the trigger, leave a n***a fa' 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 trigger, leave a n***a fa' sho'! [Notorious B.I.G.] Then 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 North bound first stop, Water town or b**h-sk** Where the hand sk**s are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo chief, pa** the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand Even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and tell her a** "catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up wit octane, I'm not playing 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 C. Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo a** off propa' There's no place like home, New York - New York I run the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy n***as is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli They don't want drama really p**y n***az get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli In 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** Every bootlegger you know, pump my sh** b**h! [Chorus]