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50 cent – niggas كلمات اغاني

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[diddy]
shadyville entertainment, bad boy collaboration

[the last poets]
i love n-gg-s, i love n-gg-s~!
cause n-gg-s are meeeee
and i should only love that which is meeeee
i love to see n-gg-s go through changes
i love to see n-gg-s, shoot the sh-t
but there’s one thing about n-gg-s i do not love

[50 cent]
yeah… did it again n-gg-!

[chorus: notorious b.i.g.]
to all my brooklyn “n-gg-s!”
to all my uptown “you n-gg-s understand!”
to all my bronx “in this world n-gg-!”
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 n-gg-z get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
smokin’ weed, flippin’ ki’s, makin’ crazy g’s
hittin’ buckshot at n-gg-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
d-mn, a n-gg- style is unorthodox
grip the glock, when i walk down the crowded blocks
just in case a n-gg- wanna act out
i just black out, and blow they motherf-ckin’ back out

[chorus: 50 cent – repeat 2x]
we the realest n-gg-
50 cent and b.i.g. my n-gg-
don’t try to act like you don’t feel us n-gg-
biggie yo’ n-gg-, 50 yo’ n-gg-
squeeze the trigger, leave a n-gg- fa’ sho’!
we the realest n-gg-
50 cent and b.i.g. my n-gg-
don’t try to act like you don’t feel a n-gg-
biggie yo’ n-gg-, 50 yo’ n-gg-
squeeze the trigger, leave a n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 -ss anyway
up north bound first stop, water town or b-tch-skill
where the hand skills are real i’ll
you’ll be a super hoover doo-doo stain remover
ha hahhh, yo chief, p-ss 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 -ss “catch me if you can”
don’t let your people fill you up wit octane, i’m not playing
get g-ssed 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 c. papa
50 cent, i’ll break yo -ss off propa’
there’s no place like home, new york – new york
i run the city, and i don’t dance around like diddy
n-gg-s is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the mac milli
they don’t want drama really
p-ssy n-gg-z get hard lip syncin’ my lyrics like milli vanilli
in the hood they feel me {-gun c-cked-} hah! i’m on fire!
n-gg-s out in philly they feel me, they b-mp my sh-t
every bootlegger you know, pump my sh-t b-tch!

[chorus]

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