Realest N*ggas (Explicit)

Niggas (兄弟) - 50 Cent (50美分)
I love n***as I love n***as
Cause n***as are me
And I should only love that presents me
I love to see n***as go through changes
I love to see n***as shoot through sh*t
And to all n***as that do it I love
To all my Brooklyn n***as
To all my Uptown You n***as understand
To all my Bronx It's war ni**a
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***as get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin w**d flipping kids making crazy G's
Hitting buckshots at n***as that open spots
On the avenue take my loot and I'm bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll make her wet in her pantyhose
Damn a ni**a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock
When I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a ni**a wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherf**kin back out
That's real
We the realest ni**a
50 Cent and B I G my ni**a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ni**a
Biggie yo ni**a 50 yo ni**a
Squeeze the trigga leave a ni**a fa sho
We the realest ni**a
50 Cent and B I G my ni**a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ni**a
Biggie yo ni**a 50 yo ni**a
Squeeze the trigga leave a ni**a fa sho
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 ni**a for you
Get mad do a quarter flip the script
And rip your lawyer
Spit at the D A cause f**k what she say
She don't give a f**k about your a** 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 you Chief pass the Buddha
We the realest ni**a
50 Cent and B I G my ni**a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ni**a
Biggie yo ni**a 50 yo ni**a
Squeeze the trigga leave a ni**a fa sho
We the realest ni**a
50 Cent and B I G my ni**a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ni**a
Biggie yo ni**a 50 yo ni**a
Squeeze the trigga leave a ni**a fa sho
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 a** catch me if you can
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane
I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B I G style watch the kid break it down
Check it thou shalt not f**k wit North C Papa
50 Cent I'll break yo a** off propa
There's no place like home New York New York
I run this city I don't dance around like Diddy
n***as is giddy till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly
They don't want drama really
P**sy n***as get hard lip syncing
My lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me
Hah I'm on fire
n***as out in Philly they feel me
They bump my sh*t
Every bootlegger you know bump my sh*t b**ch
We the realest ni**a
50 Cent and B I G my ni**a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ni**a
Biggie yo ni**a 50 yo ni**a
Squeeze the trigga leave a ni**a fasho
We the realest ni**a
50 Cent and B I G my ni**a
Don't try to act like you don't feel a ni**a
Biggie yo ni**a 50 yo ni**a
Squeeze the trigga leave a ni**a fasho