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to all my niggas (remix) - fifty cent lyrics

[intro]
i love n-gg-s! i love n-gg-s!
cause n-gg-s are me!
and i should only love that ‘presents me
i love to see n-gg-s go through changes (whoooo!!)
i love to see n-gg-s shoot through sh-t (did it again)
and to all n-gg-s that do it i love

[b.i.g.]
to all my brooklyn (n-gg-s!)
to all my uptown (you n-gg-s understand?!)
to all my bronx (it’s war n-gg-)
to all my queensbridge (i’ll blow you away)

[verse one: notorious b.i.g.]
back up chump, you know biggie smalls grips it quick
and kicks it quick, you know how black n-gg-s get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
smokin weed, flippin ki’s, makin crazy g’s
hittin’ buckshots at n-gg-s 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
d-mn, a n-gg- style is unorthodox
grip the glock, when i walk down the crowded blocks
just in case a n-gg- wanna act out
i just black out, and blow they motherf-ckin back out
that’s real

[chorus: 50 cent – repeat 2x]
we the realest n-gg-
50 cent and b.i.g. my n-gg-
don’t try to act like you don’t feel a n-gg-
biggie yo n-gg-, 50 yo n-gg-
squeeze the trigga’ leave a n-gg- fa’ sho!

[verse two: 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 n-gg- for ya
get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
spit at the d.a. cause f-ck what she say
she don’t give a f-ck about your -ss anyway
up north found first stop watertown
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
you’ll be a super hoover doo-doo stain remover
ha hahhh, yo chief, p-ss the buddha

[chorus]

[verse three: 50 cent]
when i was young my m.o. was to go hand-to-hand
and even my p.o. she called me the ginger bread man
i catch a new case, and tell her -ss “catch me if you can”
don’t let your people fill you up wit octane i’m not playing
get g-ssed up to get blast up
real b.i.g. style watch the kid break it down
check it, thou shalt not f-ck wit north c. papa
50 cent, i’ll break yo -ss off propa’
there’s no place like home, new york – new york
i run this city, i don’t dance around like diddy
n-gg-s is giddy, till they act smack silly
or spray wit the mack milly, they don’t want drama really
p-ssy n-gg-s get hard lip syncing my lyrics like milly vanilly
even the hood they feel me {-gun c-cked-} hah! i’m on fire!
n-gg-s out in philly they feel me, they b-mp my sh-t
every bootlegger you know, b-mp my sh-t, b-tch!

[chorus]

the invasion! (invasion yeah)
green lantern! the infiltration, we comin’! (yeah)

[bridge: eminem]
i got 50 cent, i got g-unit
d-tweezy in this b-tch, wit obie trice!
so watch what you say, ‘fore you call our name
cause you say one more thing and it won’t be nice!

[verse four: eminem]
whoa, here we go, i shoulda known
i was bound to get pulled into some bullsh-t
sooner or later you little haters
are too jealous of us to love us
you hate it g-unit made it and obie’s coming
d-tweezy’s coming you’re sick to your stomach
50 percent of it’s 50 cent
the other 50 percent of it’s who’s color of skin it is
but if you even considerin’ taking our label down
you better find our building and fly a f-cking plane into it
but i ain’t trying to get too intricate into it
i’m just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit
cause then it’s gonna get to the point
where it escalates to some other sh-t
then i’m a flip, then i’m a get to
“stomping in my air force ones”
but you won’t be able to tell
if it’s two pairs or it’s one
it’s just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you
you’d think nike just made these into cleats in this shoe
i don’t know what it is or what it could be
but i get a woody when these p-ss-es try to push me
thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me
y’all tickle me pink
i think i’d just rather have pink tickle me
hickory d-ckory dock, tickety tock tickety
a little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
mixed with a little bit of the [eminem vocal scratch]
wit a pinch of biggie
look at me, i’m just the bomb diggedy

[chorus: eminem]
we the realest label
don’t try to act like you don’t feel our label
cause we gon’ f-ck around and kill your label
obie, d-tweezy, g-unit, 50, shady records
we the label fa’ sho!

we the realest label
don’t try to act like you don’t feel our label
cause we gon’ f-ck around and steal your paper
obie, d-tweezy, g-unit, 50, shady records
we gon’ kill your label fa’ sho!

[eminem]
shady in the place to be see
and i got what it takes to +roc the mic+ right!
still watch what you say to me punk
cause i’m off probation in less than six months [gun c-cked]

[outro]
haha, shady records
still aftermath, and don’t think we don’t
hear you motherf-ckers talkin’!
cause we do and we see y’all
we just gon’ sit back for a minute
while i see what the f-ck y’all do

- fifty cent lyrics

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