I love nig*as! I love nig*as!
Cause nig*as are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see nig*as go through changes (Who!)
I love to see nig*as shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all nig*as that do it I love

I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bi*ch
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 should've 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't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's coming
D-Twizzy's coming
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50-Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it is
Well if you're even considering taking our label down
You better find our building and fly a f*cking plane into it
But I ain't trying to get too intriguer into it
I'm just trying to give you a little hint for your own benefit
'Cause then it's gonna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit
Then I'm a flip
Then I'm a get to stomping in my Air Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kicking you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cause we gon' f*ck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, 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
We gon' f*ck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gonna kill your f*ckin label for sure

Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black nig*as get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smoking weed, flipping ki's, making crazy G's
Hitting buckshots at nig*as that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nig*a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nig*a wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherf*cking back out
That's a real nig*a for ya

refrain:
We the realest nig*a
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nig*a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nig*a
Biggie yo nig*a, 50 yo nig*a
Squeeze the trigger' leave a nig*a for sure
(2x)

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk 'cause I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!

When 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 nig*a for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause f*ck what she say
She don't give a f*ck about your a*s 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

refrain

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*s "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*ck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk a*s off proper
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
nig*as is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy nig*as get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood they feel me hah! I'm on fire!
nig*as out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bi*ch!

refrain

Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don't think we don't hear you motherf*ckers talking
'Cause we do
We see y'all
But we just gonna sit

language english
featuring50 Cent
The Notorious B.I.G.)
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