Eminem - To All My n***as (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] I love n***as! I love n***as! Cause n***as are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see n***as go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see n***as shoot through sh** (Did it again) And to all n***as that do it I love [B.I.G.] 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) [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.] 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 G's Hittin' buckshots at n***as 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 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 real [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 a n***a Biggie yo n***a, 50 yo n***a Squeeze the trigga' leave a n***a fa' sho! [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] 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 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 found first stop Watertown Of fist-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 Three: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And 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 this city, I don't dance around like Diddy n***as is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really p**y n***as get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even 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, bump my sh**, b**h! [Chorus] The Invasion! (Invasion yeah) Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin'! (yeah) [Bridge: Eminem] I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Tweezy in this b**h, wit Obie Trice! So watch what you say, 'fore you call our name Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice! [Verse Four: Eminem] Whoa, 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 hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even considerin' taking our label down You better find our building and fly a f**ing plane into it But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other sh** Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to "Stomping in my Air Force Ones" But you won't be able to tell If it's two pairs or it's one It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you You'd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe I don't know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me Thinking they gonna put me in a 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 diggedy doc diggedy Mixed with a little bit of the {*Eminem vocal scratch*} Wit a pinch of Biggie Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy [Chorus: Eminem] We the realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label Cause we gon' f** around and k** your label Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records We the label fa' sho! We the realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label Cause we gon' f** around and steal your paper Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records We gon' k** your label fa' sho! [Eminem] Shady in the place to be see And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right! Still watch what you say to me punk Cause I'm off probation in less than six months {*gun co*ked*} [Outro] Haha, Shady Records Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't Hear you motherf**ers talkin'! Cause we do and we see y'all We just gon' sit back for a minute While I see what the fu*k y'all do