Ni**as
(feat. Notorious B. I. G.)
[P. Diddy]
[gunshot]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
[Intro (50 Cent)]
I love ****s! I love ****s!
Cause ****s are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see ****s go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see ****s shoot through s**t (Did it again)
And to all ****s that do it I love
[B. I. G.]
To all my Brooklyn (****s!)
To all my Uptown (You ****s understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
[Verse: B. I. G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black ****s get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at ****s 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 ***a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a ***a wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real ***a for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent (2x)]
We the realest ***a
50 Cent and B. I. G. My ***a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ***a
Biggie yo ***a, 50 yo ***a
Squeeze the trigga' leave a ***a fa' sho!
[Verse: 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 ***a for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D. A. Cause f**k what she say
She don't give a f**k about your a** 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
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler
[Chorus:]
[Verse: 50 Cent]
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 a** "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your 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 f**k wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo a** off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
N****s is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy ****s get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire!
N****s out in Philly they feel me, they bump my s**t
Even bootlegged you know, bump my s**t, b***h!
[Chorus:]