Ni**as Lyrics - God's Plan - 50 Cent

[Diddy] 

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration 

[The Last Poets] 

I love niggas, I love niggas~! 

Cause niggas are meeeee 

And I should only love that which is meeeee 

I love to see niggas go through changes 

I love to see niggas, shoot the shit 

But there's one thing about niggas I do not love 

[50 Cent] 

Yeah... did it again nigga! 

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[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] 

To all my Brooklyn "Niggas!!" 

To all my Uptown "You niggas understand!!" 

To all my Bronx "In this world nigga!!" 

To all my Queens bridge "Swept you away.." 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick 

and kicks it quick, you know how black niggaz get 

with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees 

Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's 

Hittin' buckshot at niggaz 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 'em wet in they 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 

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[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] 

We the realest nigga 

50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga 

Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga 

Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga 

Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fa' sho'! 

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 trigger, leave a nigga fa' sho'! 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

Then 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 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 bound first stop, Water town or Bitch-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 

[Chorus] 

[Verse: 50 Cent] 

When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand 

Even my P.O. 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 B.I.G. 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 the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy 

Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli 

They don't want drama really 

Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin' my lyrics like Milli Vanilli 

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, pump my shit bitch! 

[Chorus]