Nigga

[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.]

I love niggas! I love niggas!

'Cause niggas are me!

And I should only love that which is 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

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 1: The 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 a real nigga for ya

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 your nigga, 50 your nigga

Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

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 your nigga, 50 your nigga

Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

[Verse 2: The 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 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 budda

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 your nigga, 50 your nigga

Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

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 your nigga, 50 your nigga

Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand

And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man

I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"

Don't let your people you up with 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 Seed Papa

50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'

There's no place like home, New York - New York

I run this city, and 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

In 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: 50 Cent]

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 your nigga, 50 your nigga

Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

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 your nigga, 50 your nigga

Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure

[Bridge: Eminem]

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit

D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice (whoo!)

So watch what you say (uh-uh) before you call our name

If you say one more thing, it won't be nice

[Verse 4: Eminem]

Uh, 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 comin', D-Twizzy's comin', you sick to your stomach

Fifty percent is 50-Cent, the other fifty percent is whose color skin it is

Well if you're even considering takin' our label down

You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it

But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate into it

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit

'Cause then it's gonna get to the point where it escalates

Into some other shit, then I'ma flip

Then I'ma get to stompin' in my Err Force One's

Won't be able to tell if it's two purrs or it's one

It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you

You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes

I don't know what it is or what it could be

But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me

Thinkin' they gon' put me in the position to pickle me

Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have P!nk tickle me

Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety

A little bit of the diggity-doc-diggity

Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-jig-jigga

With a small pinch of Biggie

Look at me, I'm just the bomb-diggity

[Chorus 2: 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-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records

We the label for sure

We the realest label

Don't try to act like you don't feel our label

We gon' fuck around and steal your people

Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50

We gonna kill your fuckin' label for sure

[Bridge 2: Eminem]

Shady in the place to be, see

And I got what it takes to rock the mic right

Still watch what you say to me punk

'Cause I'm off probation in less than six months

[Outro: Eminem]

Haha, whoo!

Shady Records

Still Aftermath

And don't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talking

'Cause we do

We see y'all

But we just gonna sit back for a minute

And watch what the fuck yall do