Notorious Big & 50 Cent - Realest Niggas lyrics

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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

That'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 get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very

Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real nigga for ya

Get 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't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's coming

D-Twizzy's coming, you sick to your stomach

50 percent is 50 Cent, the other 50 percent is whose color skin it is

Well if you're even considering taking our label down

You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it

But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it

I'm just trying to give you a little hint for your own benefit

'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point

Where it escalates into some other shit

Then I'ma flip, then I'ma 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 gonna 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

Thinking they gon' put me in the position to pickle me

Y'all 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

'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label

Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records

We the label fo' sho'

We the realest label

Don't try to act like you don't feel our label

We gon' fuck around and steal your people

Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50

We gonna kill your fucking label fo' sho'

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

'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 months

Shady Records, Still Aftermath

And don’t think we don’t hear you motherfuckers talking

'Cuz we do, we see y'all but we just gonna sit back for a minute

And watch what the fuck y'all do