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Versuri To all my niggas
- Bad Boys Ii Soundtrack

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Artist: 50 Cent f/ Notorious B. I. G.
Album: To All My Niggas / R. O. C. (Memphis Bleek) 12"
Song: To All My Niggas.

[P. Diddy]
{*gunshot*}
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration.

[Intro] (50 Cent)
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 s***t (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love.

[B. I. G.]
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: 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 motherf***kin back out
That's real.

[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
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 fa' sho!.

[Verse: 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 f***k what she say
She don't give a f***k about your a*s 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, pa*s the Buddha.

[Chorus].

[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M. O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P. O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her a*s "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get ga*sed up to get blast up
Real B. I. G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not f***k wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo a*s 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
P***y 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 s***t
Every bootlegger you know, bump my s***t, bitch!.

[Chorus]