G-Unit Niggas Lyrics

feat. Diddy, Notorious B.I.G.
[Diddy]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration

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

[50 Cent]
Yeah... did it again n____!

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn "n____s!!"
To all my Uptown "You n____s understand!!"
To all my Bronx "In this world n____!!"
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____z get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin buckshots at n____z 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
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

[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the realest n____
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n____
Don't try to act like you don't feel us n____
Biggie yo' n____, 50 yo' n____
Squeeze the trigger, leave a n____ fa' sho'!
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 trigger, leave a n____ 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____ 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 bound first stop, Watertown or b____-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 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 the city, and I don't dance around like Diddy
n____s is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don't want drama really
In 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, pump my s___ b____!

[Chorus]