50 Cent, The Notorious B.I.G. - To All My Niggas lyrics

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I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes
(Whoooo)
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
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas 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 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 motherfuckin back out
That's real

We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG 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 fa' sho!

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
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 nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script
And rip your lawyer
Spit at the DA cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill
Where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover
Doo doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha

When I was young my MO was to go hand-to hand
And even my PO she called
Me the Ginger Bread Man i catch a new case
And tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up
Wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real BIG style watch the kid break it down
Check it
Thou shalt not fuck wit North C papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home
New York - New York i run this city
I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly
They don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing
My lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me gun
Cocked hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me
They bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit
Bitch!