notorious big 50 cent - realest niggas lyrics
i love n-gg-s, i love n-gg-s ’cause n-gg-s are me
and i should only love that which is me
i love to see n-gg-s go through changes
(whoo)
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
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)
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
smoking weed, flipping ki’s, making crazy gs
hitting buckshots at n-gg-s 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
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-cking back out
that’s a real n-gg- for ya
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- fo’ sho’
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- 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 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
haha, yo, g, p-ss the ruler
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- fo’ sho’
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- 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 -ss catch me if you can
don’t let your people feel you’re 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 ’til they act 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, 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
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- fo’ sho’
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- fo’ sho’
i got 50 cent, i got g-unit
d-twizzy’s in this b-tch 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 bullsh-t 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 f-cking 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 sh-t
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 p-ssy’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 d-ckory 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’ f-ck 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’ f-ck around and steal your people
obie, d-twizzy, g-unit, 50
we gonna kill your f-cking 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 motherf-ckers talking
‘cuz we do, we see y’all but we just gonna sit back for a minute
and watch what the f-ck y’all do
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