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Bad Boys 2 Soundtrack lyrics
Realest Niggas lyrics [Intro] (50 Cent) 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 (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) [Verse: B.I.G.] 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 G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas 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 Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) 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 yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: 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 nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler [Chorus](2x) 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 yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your 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 fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa' This new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till 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 Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch! [Chorus](2x) 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 yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Eminem] I got 50 Cent I got G-Unit D-Twizzy's in this bitch With Obie Triiiiice 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 bullshit sooner or later You little haters are too jellous of us to love us You ain't it G-Unit made it And Obie's comin D-Twizzy's comin You sick to your stomach 50% is 50-Cent The other 50% 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 fucking plane into it But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit Then Im a flip Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one It's gunna 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 pussy's try to push me Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me Ya'll tickle me pink I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a 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' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, 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 We gon' fuck around and steal your people Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gonna kill your fuckin label 4-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! Shady Records Still Aftermath And don’t think we don’t hear you motherfuckers talking Cuz we do We see yall But we just gonna sit back for a minute and watch what the fuck yall do Other Bad Boys 2 Soundtrack lyrics: Show Me Your Soul lyrics La, La, La lyrics Shake Your Tailfeather lyrics Girl, I'm A Bad Boy lyrics Keep Giving Your Love To Me lyrics Flipside lyrics Pretty Girl Bullshit lyrics Love Don't Love Me lyrics Relax Your Mind lyrics Didn't Mean lyrics Why lyrics Gangsta Shit lyrics |