n*ggas lyrics

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I love n*ggas! I love n*ggas! 'Cause n*ggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me! I love to see n*ggas... go through changes!
Whooooooooooo!
I love to see n*ggas shoot through sh*t
Did it again, n*gga!
And to all n*ggas that do it I love
To all my Brooklyn!
n*ggAAAAAS!
To all my Uptown!
You n*ggas understaaaaaand?!
To all my Bronx!
It's war n*gga!
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 n*ggas get. {DAMN!}
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' Weed, flippin ki's, makin' crazy G's. (Chris Rock: You n*ggas understand?)
Hittin' buckshots
At n*ggas that open spots
On the avenue - take my loot, and I'm baggin' you. (ha!)
Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet - in her pantyhose
Damn! A n*gga style is unorthodacci. "Grip the Glock!
When I walk down the crowded blocks."
Just in case a n*gga wanna act out
I just black out! - And blow they motherf*ckin' back out. - That's real!
We the realest n*gga!
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n*gga!
Don't try to act like you don't feel a n*gga!
Biggie you n*gga! 50 you n*gga!
Squeeze the trigga'
Leave a n*gga; fa' sho!
When we smoke spliffs, we pack 4-5ths
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*gga 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 ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown (yeah!)
Of fist-skill - where the hand skills are real I'll
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-hahhh! Yo Chief, pass the Buddha!
(50 Cent!) When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand (uh-huh!)
And even my P.O. she called me the "Ginger Bread Man". (yeah!)
I catch a new case, and tell her ass: "Catch me if you can! "
Don't let your people fill 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. (damn!)
Check it! - Thou shalt not f*ck with North C. Popa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home - New York! New York! - I run this city!
I don't dance around like Diddy
n*ggas is giddy! - 'Til they act smack silly
Or spray with the Mack Milly. - They don't want drama really
pus*y n*ggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me!
(Haaaah!)
I'm on fire! - n*ggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my sh*t
Every
Bootlegger you know
- bump my sh*t. - b*tch!