[Intro:]
[Puff Daddy:] Shadyville Entertainment... Bad Boy collaboration!
[Chris Rock:]
I love niggas! I love niggas! 'Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me! I love to see niggas... go through changes!
[50 Cent:] Whooooooooooo!
[Chris Rock:] I love to see niggas shoot through shit.
[50 Cent:] Did it again, nigga!
[Chris Rock:] And to all niggas that do it I love.
[Biggie:] To all my Brooklyn!
[Chris Rock:] NIGGAAAAAS!
[Biggie:] To all my Uptown!
[Chris Rock:] You niggas understaaaaaand?!
[Biggie:] To all my Bronx!
[Chris Rock:] It's war nigga!
[Biggie:] To all my Queensbridge!
[Chris Rock:] I'll blow you away!
[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
[Shot] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get. {DAMN!}
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' Weed, flippin ki's, makin' crazy G's. (Chris Rock: You niggas understand?)
Hittin' buckshots [shot] at niggas 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 nigga style is unorthodacci. "Grip the Glock! [gun cocks]
When I walk down the crowded blocks."
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out! - And blow they motherf*ckin' back out. - That's real! [shot]
[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 you nigga! 50 you nigga!
Squeeze the trigga' [shot] leave a nigga; fa' sho! [x2]
[The Notorious B.I.G. (50 Cent):]
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 nigga 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! [shot]
[Chorus]
[50 Cent:]
(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. [shot]
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.
Niggas is giddy! - 'Til they act smack silly
Or spray with the Mack Milly. - They don't want drama really.
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me! [gun cocks] (Haaaah!)
I'm on fire! - Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every [shot] bootlegger you know [shot] - bump my shit. - BITCH!
[Chorus]
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G-Unit - Niggas Lyrics
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[Intro:]
[Puff Daddy:] Shadyville Entertainment... Bad Boy collaboration!
[Chris Rock:]
I love niggas! I love niggas! 'Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me! I love to see niggas... go through changes!
[50 Cent:] Whooooooooooo!
[Chris Rock:] I love to see niggas shoot through shit.
[50 Cent:] Did it again, nigga!
[Chris Rock:] And to all niggas that do it I love.
[Biggie:] To all my Brooklyn!
[Chris Rock:] NIGGAAAAAS!
[Biggie:] To all my Uptown!
[Chris Rock:] You niggas understaaaaaand?!
[Biggie:] To all my Bronx!
[Chris Rock:] It's war nigga!
[Biggie:] To all my Queensbridge!
[Chris Rock:] I'll blow you away!
[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
[Shot] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get. {DAMN!}
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' Weed, flippin ki's, makin' crazy G's. (Chris Rock: You niggas understand?)
Hittin' buckshots [shot] at niggas 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 nigga style is unorthodacci. "Grip the Glock! [gun cocks]
When I walk down the crowded blocks."
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out! - And blow they motherf*ckin' back out. - That's real! [shot]
[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 you nigga! 50 you nigga!
Squeeze the trigga' [shot] leave a nigga; fa' sho! [x2]
[The Notorious B.I.G. (50 Cent):]
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 nigga 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! [shot]
[Chorus]
[50 Cent:]
(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. [shot]
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.
Niggas is giddy! - 'Til they act smack silly
Or spray with the Mack Milly. - They don't want drama really.
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me! [gun cocks] (Haaaah!)
I'm on fire! - Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every [shot] bootlegger you know [shot] - bump my shit. - BITCH!
[Chorus]
[Puff Daddy:] Shadyville Entertainment... Bad Boy collaboration!
[Chris Rock:]
I love niggas! I love niggas! 'Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me! I love to see niggas... go through changes!
[50 Cent:] Whooooooooooo!
[Chris Rock:] I love to see niggas shoot through shit.
[50 Cent:] Did it again, nigga!
[Chris Rock:] And to all niggas that do it I love.
[Biggie:] To all my Brooklyn!
[Chris Rock:] NIGGAAAAAS!
[Biggie:] To all my Uptown!
[Chris Rock:] You niggas understaaaaaand?!
[Biggie:] To all my Bronx!
[Chris Rock:] It's war nigga!
[Biggie:] To all my Queensbridge!
[Chris Rock:] I'll blow you away!
[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
[Shot] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get. {DAMN!}
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' Weed, flippin ki's, makin' crazy G's. (Chris Rock: You niggas understand?)
Hittin' buckshots [shot] at niggas 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 nigga style is unorthodacci. "Grip the Glock! [gun cocks]
When I walk down the crowded blocks."
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out! - And blow they motherf*ckin' back out. - That's real! [shot]
[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 you nigga! 50 you nigga!
Squeeze the trigga' [shot] leave a nigga; fa' sho! [x2]
[The Notorious B.I.G. (50 Cent):]
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 nigga 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! [shot]
[Chorus]
[50 Cent:]
(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. [shot]
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.
Niggas is giddy! - 'Til they act smack silly
Or spray with the Mack Milly. - They don't want drama really.
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me! [gun cocks] (Haaaah!)
I'm on fire! - Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every [shot] bootlegger you know [shot] - bump my shit. - BITCH!
[Chorus]