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fifty cent - to all my niggas lyrics

[p.diddy]
[gunshot]
shadyville entertainment, bad boy collaboration

[intro (50 cent)]
i love n-gg-s! i love n-gg-s!
cause n-gg-s are me!
and i should only love that ‘presents me
i love to see n-gg-s go through changes (whoooo!!)
i love to see n-gg-s shoot through sh-t (did it again)
and to all n-gg-s that do it i love

[b.i.g.]
to all my brooklyn (n-gg-s!)
to all my uptown (you n-gg-s understand?!)
to all my bronx (it’s war n-gg-)
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 n-gg-s get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
smokin weed, flippin ki’s, makin crazy g’s
hittin’ buckshots at n-gg-s 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
d-mn, a n-gg- style is unorthodox
grip the glock, when i walk down the crowded blocks
just in case a n-gg- wanna act out
i just black out, and blow they motherf-ckin back out
that’s a real n-gg- for ya

[chorus: 50 cent (2x)]
we the realest n-gg-
50 cent and b.i.g. my n-gg-
don’t try to act like you don’t feel a n-gg-
biggie yo n-gg-, 50 yo n-gg-
squeeze the trigga’ leave a n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 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, p-ss the ruler

[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 cut ya new case, and tell her -ss “catch me if you can”
don’t let your people feel your awkward
i tame i’m not lame
get g-ssed up to get blast up
real b.i.g. style watch the kid break it down
check it, thou shalt not f-ck wit north seed papa
50 cent, i’ll break yo punk -ss off propa’
this new place like home, new york – new york
i run this city, i don’t dance around like diddy
n-gg-s is giddy, till they smack silly
or spray wit the mack milly, they don’t want drama really
pushy n-gg-s get hard lip syncing my lyrics like milly vanilly
even the hood they feel me [gun c-cked] hah! i’m on fire!
n-gg-s out in philly they feel me, they b-mp my sh-t
even bootlegged you know, b-mp my sh-t, b-tch!

[chorus]

- fifty cent lyrics

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