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50 Cent - Nigga Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 (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)

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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 your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
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 your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 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
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the budda
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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 your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
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 your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
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 you up with octane, I'm not playing
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'
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
In 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!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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 your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
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 your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

[Bridge: Eminem]
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice (whoo!)
So watch what you say (uh-uh) before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice

[Verse 4: Eminem]
Uh, 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 hate it, G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin', you sick to your stomach
Fifty percent is 50-Cent, the other fifty percent is whose color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate into it
I'm just tryin' 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'ma flip
Then I'ma get to stompin' in my Err Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two purrs or it's one
It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' 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
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have P!nk tickle me
Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety
A little bit of the diggity-doc-diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-jig-jigga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb-diggity

[Chorus 2: Eminem]
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label for sure
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 fuckin' label for sure

[Bridge 2: Eminem]
Shady in the place to be, see
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 than six months

[Outro: Eminem]
Haha, whoo!
Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talking
'Cause we do
We see y'all
But we just gonna sit back for a minute
And watch what the fuck yall do