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50 CENT lyrics : "Niggas"

[Diddy]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration


[The Last Poets]
I love ^!$$%s, I love ^!$$%s~!
Cause ^!$$%s are meeeee

And I should only love that which is meeeee
I love to see ^!$$%s go through changes
I love to see ^!$$%s, shoot the %#@!

But there's one thing about ^!$$%s I do not love

[50 Cent]

Yeah... did it again ^!$$%!

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]

To all my Brooklyn "^!$$%s!"
To all my Uptown "You ^!$$%s understand!"
To all my Bronx "In this world ^!$$%!"

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 ^!$$%z get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees

Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshot at ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% style is unorthodox

Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a ^!$$% wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they mother$#&@in' back out


[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the realest ^!$$%

50 Cent and B.I.G. my ^!$$%
Don't try to act like you don't feel us ^!$$%
Biggie yo' ^!$$%, 50 yo' ^!$$%

Squeeze the trigger, leave a ^!$$% fa' sho'!
We the realest ^!$$%
50 Cent and B.I.G. my ^!$$%

Don't try to act like you don't feel a ^!$$%
Biggie yo' ^!$$%, 50 yo' ^!$$%
Squeeze the trigger, leave a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A., cause $#&@ what she say

She don't give a $#&@ about your $$# anyway
Up North bound first stop, Water town or (*##$-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 $$# "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 $#&@ wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo $$# off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York

I run the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy
^!$$%s is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't want drama really

#~!!@ ^!$$%z get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*gun @@#!ed*} hah! I'm on fire!
^!$$%s out in Philly they feel me, they bump my %#@!
Every bootlegger you know, pump my %#@! (*##$!


[Chorus]

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