50 Cent feat Notorious B.I.G. To All My Niggas Lyrics

[P.Diddy]
{*gunshot*}
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration

[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love n____s! I love n____s!
Cause n____s are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see n____s go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see n____s shoot through s___ (Did it again)
And to all n____s that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (n____s!)
To all my Uptown (You n____s understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war n____)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black n____s get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at n____s 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
d___, a n____ style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n____ wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they m_________in back out
That's real

[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest n____
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n____
Don't try to act like you don't feel a n____
Biggie yo n____, 50 yo n____
Squeeze the trigga' leave a n____ 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 n____ for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause f___ what she say
She don't give a f___ about your a__ 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: 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 a__ "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___ wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo a__ off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
n____s is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Even the hood they feel me {*gun c___ed*} hah! I'm on fire!
n____s out in Philly they feel me, they b__p my s___
Every bootlegger you know, b__p my s___, b____!

[Chorus]