To All My Ni**as Lyrics - 50 Cent

f/ Notorious B.I.G. 

[P.Diddy] 

{*gunshot*} 

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[Intro] 50 cent (chris rock) 

(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 shit (Did it again) 

And to all niggas that do it I love 

[B.I.G.] (chris rock) 

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] 

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[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 motherfuckin back out 

That's a real nigga for ya 

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[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 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 ruler 

[Chorus] 

[Verse: 50 Cent] 

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 ass "catch me if you can" 

Don't let your people feel your awkward 

I tame I'm not lame 

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 punk ass off propa' 

There's new 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 

Pushy 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 shit 

Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!