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shadyville entertainment… bad boy collaboration!
i love n-ggas! i love n-ggas! ’cause n-ggas are me!
and i should only love that ‘presents me! i love to see n-ggas… go through changes!
whooooooooooo!
i love to see n-ggas shoot through sh-t
did it again, n-gga!
and to all n-ggas that do it i love
to all my brooklyn!
n-ggaaaaas!
to all my uptown!
you n-ggas understaaaaaand?!
to all my bronx!
it’s war n-gga!
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 n-ggas get. {d-mn!}
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
smokin’ weed, flippin ki’s, makin’ crazy g’s. (chris rock: you n-ggas understand?)
hittin’ buckshots
at n-ggas that open spots
on the avenue – take my loot, and i’m baggin’ you. (ha!)
pimpin’ hoes that drive volvo’s and rodeos
flash the roll, make her wet – in her pantyhose
d-mn! a n-gga style is unorthodacci. “grip the glock!
when i walk down the crowded blocks.”
just in case a n-gga wanna act out
i just black out! – and blow they motherf-ckin’ back out. – that’s real!
we the realest n-gga!
50 cent and b.i.g. my n-gga!
don’t try to act like you don’t feel a n-gga!
biggie you n-gga! 50 you n-gga!
squeeze the trigga’
leave a n-gga; fa’ sho!
when we smoke spliffs, we pack 4-5ths
just in case dread wanna riff
he get a free lift to the cemetary – rough very
not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
that’s a real n-gga 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 found first stop watertown (yeah!)
of fist-sk!ll – where the hand sk!lls are real i’ll
you’ll be a super hoover doo-doo stain remover
ha-hahhh! yo chief, p-ss the buddha!
(50 cent!) when i was young, my m.o. was to go hand-to-hand (uh-huh!)
and even my p.o. she called me the “ginger bread man”. (yeah!)
i catch a new case, and tell her -ss: “catch me if you can! ”
don’t let your people fill you up with octane i’m not playing
get g-ssed up to get blast up
real b.i.g. style watch the kid break it down. (d-mn!)
check it! – thou shalt not f-ck with north c. popa
50 cent, i’ll break yo -ss off propa’
there’s no place like home – new york! new york! – i run this city!
i don’t dance around like diddy
n-ggas is giddy! – ’til they act smack silly
or spray with the mack milly. – they don’t want drama really
p-ssy n-ggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like milly vanilly
even the hood they feel me!
(haaaah!)
i’m on fire! – n-ggas out in philly they feel me, they bump my sh-t
every
bootlegger you know
– bump my sh-t. – b-tch!

- g unit

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