Текст песни 50 Cent feat Diddy, Notorious B.I.G. - Niggas

[Diddy]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration

[The Last Poets]
I love n*ggas, I love n*ggas~!
Cause n*ggas are meeeee
And I should only love that which is meeeee
I love to see n*ggas go through changes
I love to see n*ggas, shoot the shit
But there's one thing about n*ggas I do not love

[50 Cent]
Yeah... did it again n*gga!

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn "N*ggas!!"
To all my Uptown "You n*ggas understand!!"
To all my Bronx "In this world n*gga!!"
To all my Queensbridge "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 n*ggaz get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin buckshots at n*ggaz 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 n*gga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n*gga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherf*ckin back out

[Chorus: 50 Cent] x2
We the realest n*gga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n*gga
Don't try to act like you don't feel us n*gga
Biggie yo' n*gga, 50 yo' n*gga
Squeeze the trigger, leave a n*gga fa' sho'!
We the realest n*gga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n*gga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a n*gga
Biggie yo' n*gga, 50 yo' n*gga
Squeeze the trigger, leave a n*gga 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 cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real n*gga 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 ass anyway
Up North bound first stop, Watertown or B*tch-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 f*ck 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
N*ggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't want drama really
Pussy n*ggaz get hard lip syncin my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah!! I'm on fire!
N*ggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit b*tch!

[Chorus]