Lirik Lagu [Intro]Before Shots Queens you heard im a Florida boy but im gonna shout yall niggas out cause i got number love for New York niggas you heard(Haha!) - The Realist Niggaz(feat.biggie,eminem)
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[Intro]I love niggas! I love niggas!Cause niggas are me!And I should only love that which is meI love to see niggas go through changesI love to see niggas shoot through shitAnd 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: B.I.G.]Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quickAnd kicks it quick, you know how black niggas getWith the hoods fatigues with the boots with treesSmokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G'sHittin' buckshots at niggas that open spotsOn the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin youPimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and RodeosFlash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhoseDamn, a nigga style is unorthodoxGrip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocksJust in case a nigga wanna act outI just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back outThat's a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (x2)We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon't try to act like you don't feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: B.I.G.]When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifthsJust in case dread wanna riffHe get a free lift to the cemetary, rough veryNot your ordinary, we watch you get buriedThat's a real nigga for yaGet mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyerSpit at the D.A. cause fuck what she sayShe don't give a fuck about your ass anywayUp Northbound, first stop Watertown and fish scale,Where the hand scales are real I'llYou'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain removerHa hahhh, yo G, pass the buddha
[Chorus]We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon't try to act like you don't feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: 50 Cent]When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in handAnd even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread ManI cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you canDon't let them people fill you up wit octaneI'm not playinGet gassed up to get blast upReal B.I.G. style watch the kid break it downCheck it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass so propa'There's no place like home, New York, New YorkI run this city, and now I dance around like DiddyNiggas is giddy, till they smacked sillyOr spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama reallyPussy niggas get hard from singing my lyrics like Milly VanillyEven the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shitEven bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon't try to act like you don't feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
I got 50 CentI got G-UnitD-Twizzy's in this bitchWith Obie TriiiiiceSo watch what you sayBefore you call our nameIf you say one more thingIt won't be nice
[Verse: Eminem]Here we goI shoulda knownI was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or laterYou little haters are too jealous of us to love usYou ain't itG-Unit made itAnd Obie's cominD-Twizzy's cominYou sick to your stomach50% is 50 CentThe other 50% is who's color skin it isWell if you're even considering takin our label downYou better find our building and fly a fucking plane into itBut I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into itI'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefitCuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shitThen Im a flipThen Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One'sWon't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's oneIt's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin youYou think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoesI don't know what it is or what it could beBut I get a woody when these pussy's try to push meThinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle meYa'll tickle me pinkI think I'd just rather have pink tiggle meHickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggityMixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jigaWith a small pinch of BiggieLook at me, I'm just the bomb diggity
We the realest labelDon't try to act like you don't feel our labelCuz we gon' fuck around and kill your labelObie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa shoWe the realest labelDon't try to act like you don't feel our labelCuz we gon' fuck around and steal your peopleObie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon' kill yo fuckin' label fa sho
Shady in the place to be seenAnd I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!
HahahaShady recordsStill aftermath andDon't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talkinCos we do, we see y'llBut we just gonna sit back fo a minute and watch the fuck y'll do
[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: B.I.G.]Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quickAnd kicks it quick, you know how black niggas getWith the hoods fatigues with the boots with treesSmokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G'sHittin' buckshots at niggas that open spotsOn the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin youPimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and RodeosFlash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhoseDamn, a nigga style is unorthodoxGrip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocksJust in case a nigga wanna act outI just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back outThat's a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (x2)We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon't try to act like you don't feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: B.I.G.]When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifthsJust in case dread wanna riffHe get a free lift to the cemetary, rough veryNot your ordinary, we watch you get buriedThat's a real nigga for yaGet mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyerSpit at the D.A. cause fuck what she sayShe don't give a fuck about your ass anywayUp Northbound, first stop Watertown and fish scale,Where the hand scales are real I'llYou'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain removerHa hahhh, yo G, pass the buddha
[Chorus]We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon't try to act like you don't feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: 50 Cent]When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in handAnd even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread ManI cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you canDon't let them people fill you up wit octaneI'm not playinGet gassed up to get blast upReal B.I.G. style watch the kid break it downCheck it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass so propa'There's no place like home, New York, New YorkI run this city, and now I dance around like DiddyNiggas is giddy, till they smacked sillyOr spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama reallyPussy niggas get hard from singing my lyrics like Milly VanillyEven the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shitEven bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]We the realest nigga50 Cent and B.I.G. my niggaDon't try to act like you don't feel a niggaBiggie yo nigga, 50 yo niggaSqueeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
I got 50 CentI got G-UnitD-Twizzy's in this bitchWith Obie TriiiiiceSo watch what you sayBefore you call our nameIf you say one more thingIt won't be nice
[Verse: Eminem]Here we goI shoulda knownI was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or laterYou little haters are too jealous of us to love usYou ain't itG-Unit made itAnd Obie's cominD-Twizzy's cominYou sick to your stomach50% is 50 CentThe other 50% is who's color skin it isWell if you're even considering takin our label downYou better find our building and fly a fucking plane into itBut I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into itI'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefitCuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shitThen Im a flipThen Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One'sWon't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's oneIt's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin youYou think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoesI don't know what it is or what it could beBut I get a woody when these pussy's try to push meThinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle meYa'll tickle me pinkI think I'd just rather have pink tiggle meHickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggityMixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jigaWith a small pinch of BiggieLook at me, I'm just the bomb diggity
We the realest labelDon't try to act like you don't feel our labelCuz we gon' fuck around and kill your labelObie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa shoWe the realest labelDon't try to act like you don't feel our labelCuz we gon' fuck around and steal your peopleObie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon' kill yo fuckin' label fa sho
Shady in the place to be seenAnd I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!
HahahaShady recordsStill aftermath andDon't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talkinCos we do, we see y'llBut we just gonna sit back fo a minute and watch the fuck y'll do
