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Published : April 03, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"To All My Niggas
(Remix)"
(feat. Eminem, Notorious
B.I.G.)
[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 (It's war nigga)
To all my
Queensbridge (I'll 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 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
real
[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 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
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 Watertown
Of fist-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 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"
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
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
Pussy 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
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
won't 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 Obie's coming
D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
50 percent
of it's 50 cent
The other 50 percent of it's who's 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 ain't trying to get too intricate into
it
I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own
benefit
Cause then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates to some
other shit
Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to
"Stomping in my Air Force
Ones"
But you won't be able to tell
If it's two pairs or it's one
It's
just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you
You'd think Nike just made
these into cleats in this shoe
I don't 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
Y'all tickle me pink
I think I'd 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, I'm just
the bomb diggedy
[Chorus: Eminem]
We the realest label
Don't
try to act like you don't 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
Don't try to act like you don't 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
I'm off probation in less than six months [gun
cocked]
[Outro]
Haha, Shady Records
Still Aftermath, and
don't think we don't
Hear you motherfuckers talkin'!
Cause we do and we
see y'all
We just gon' sit back for a minute
While I see what the FUCK
y'all do
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