Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy
But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out
'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

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
I love to see niggas shoot through [bad word] 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, [bad word] 
To all my Queensbridge
(I'll blow you away)

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 Gs

Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots on the avenue
Take my loot and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
 [bad word]  a [bad word] style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a [bad word] wanna act out
I just black out and blow they [bad word]  back out
That's a real [bad word] for ya

We the realest, [bad word] 50 Cent and B.I.G., my [bad word] Don't try to act like you don't feel a [bad word] Biggie, yo' [bad word]  50, yo' [bad word] Squeeze the trigga, leave a [bad word] fo' sho'

We the realest, [bad word] 50 Cent and B.I.G., my [bad word] Don't try to act like you don't feel a [bad word] Biggie, yo' [bad word]  50, yo' [bad word] Squeeze the trigga, leave a [bad word] fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real [bad word] for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause [bad word] what she say
She don't give a [bad word] about your [bad word] anyway

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish scale
Where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover
Yo, G, pass the buddha

We the realest, [bad word] 50 Cent and B.I.G., my [bad word] Don't try to act like you don't feel a [bad word] Biggie, yo' [bad word]  50, yo' [bad word] Squeeze the trigga, leave a [bad word] fo' sho'

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 [bad word] catch me if you can
Don't let your people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not [bad word] wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk [bad word] off propa

There's no place like home, New York, New York [bad word] this city and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama, really

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my [bad word] Even bootlegged, you know, bump my [bad word]  [bad word] 
We the realest, [bad word] 50 Cent and B.I.G., my [bad word] Don't try to act like you don't feel a [bad word] Biggie, yo' [bad word]  50, yo' [bad word] Squeeze the trigga, leave a [bad word] fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this [bad word] with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice

Here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some [bad word] sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and [bad word] , [bad word] 
You sick to your stomach

50 percent is 50 Cent
The other 50 percent is who's color skin it is
Well, if you're even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a [bad word] 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
'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates into some other [bad word] Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs 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 pussies 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 Pink tickle me
Hickory [bad word] dock, tickety tock tickety
little bit of the diggity dock diggity

Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' [bad word] around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label fo' sho'

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' [bad word] around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gon' kill yo' [bad word]  label fa sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And 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

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