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[P.Diddy]
[gunshot]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
[Intro (50 Cent)]
I love ***! I love ***!
Cause *** are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see *** go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see *** shoot through *** (Did it again)
And to all *** that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (***!)
To all my Uptown (You *** understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war ***)
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 *** get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at *** 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 *** style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a *** wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they *** back out
That's a real *** for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent (2x)]
We the realest ***
50 Cent and B.I.G. my ***
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ***
Biggie yo ***, 50 yo ***
Squeeze the trigga' leave a *** 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 *** for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause *** what she say
She don't give a *** about your *** anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler
[Chorus]
[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her *** "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your awkward
I tame I'm not playin'
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not *** wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk *** off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
*** is giddy, till they smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy *** get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire!
*** out in Philly they feel me, they bump my ***
Even bootlegger you know, bump my ***, ***!
[Chorus]