50 Cent
50 Cent - Niggas songtekst
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[Diddy] Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [The Last Poets] I love niggas, I love niggas~! Cause niggas are meeeee And I should only love that which is meeeee 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 [50 Cent] Yeah... did it again nigga! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn "Niggas!" To all my Uptown "You niggas understand!" To all my Bronx "In this world nigga!" 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 niggaz get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's Hittin' buckshot at niggaz 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 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 [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] 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 fa' sho'! We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga 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 nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A., cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North bound first stop, Water town or Bitch-skill Where the hand skills are real I'll You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo chief, pass 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 ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up wit 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 wit North C. Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' There's no place like home, New York - New York I run the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli They don't want drama really Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli In the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit bitch! [Chorus]