50 Cent - 02 The Realest Niggas (Feat. B.i.g.) | Текст песни

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• 02 The Realest Niggas (Feat. B.i.g.)

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
(Whoo
I Love to see niggas shoot through shit
(Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
To all my Brooklyn
(Niggas)
To all my Uptown
(You niggas understand?)
To all my Bronx
(It's war, nigga)
To all my Queensbridge
(I'll blow you away)
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smoking weed, flipping ki's, making crazy Gs
Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot and I'm bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her 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 motherfucking back out
Tat's a real nigga for ya
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 trigga, leave a nigga fo' 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 trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He et a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
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, 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
Haha, yo, G, pass the ruler
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 trigga, leave a nigga fo' 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 trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
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 ass catch me if you can

Don't let your people feel you're 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 fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa
This new place like home, New York, New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me, hah, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch
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 trigga, leave a nigga fo' 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 trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice
Here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain'

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