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50 Cent - "To All My Niggas (Remix)"
Lyrics to To All My Niggas (Remix) : [Intro] 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.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand'!) To all my Bronx (Its war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (Ill blow you away) [Verse One: Notorious 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 kis, makin crazy Gs Hittin buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and Im baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvos 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 Thats real [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga leave a nigga fa sho! [Verse Two: Notorious 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 Thats 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 dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop Watertown Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse Three: 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 ass "catch me if you can" Dont let your people fill you up wit octane Im 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, Ill break yo ass off propa Theres no place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I dont dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they dont want drama really Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! Im on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! [Chorus] The Invasion! (Invasion yeah) Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin! (yeah) [Bridge: Eminem] I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice! So watch what you say, fore you call our name Cause you say one more thing and it wont be nice! [Verse Four: Eminem] Whoa, here we go, I shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit Sooner or later you little haters Are too jealous of us to love us You hate it G-Unit made it and Obies coming D-Tweezys coming youre sick to your stomach 50 percent of its 50 cent The other 50 percent of its whos color of skin it is But if you even considerin taking our label down You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it But I aint trying to get too intricate into it Im just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then its gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then Im a flip, then Im a get to "Stomping in my Air Force Ones" But you wont be able to tell If its two pairs or its one Its just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you Youd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe I dont know what it is or what it could be But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me Yall tickle me pink I think Id just rather have Pink tickle me Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety A little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy Mixed with a little bit of the {*Eminem vocal scratch*} Wit a pinch of Biggie Look at me, Im just the bomb diggedy [Chorus: Eminem] We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label Cause we gon fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records We the label fa sho! We the realest label Dont try to act like you dont feel our label Cause we gon fuck around and steal your paper Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records We gon kill your label fa sho! [Eminem] Shady in the place to be see And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right! Still watch what you say to me punk Cause Im off probation in less than six months {*gun cocked*} [Outro] Haha, Shady Records Still Aftermath, and dont think we dont Hear you motherfuckers talkin! Cause we do and we see yall We just gon sit back for a minute While I see what the FUCK yall do [ To All My Niggas (Remix) Lyrics ]
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