text: Shadyville Entertainment
  Bad Boy collaboration
  I love niggas, I love niggas
  Because niggas are me
  And I should only love that which is me
  I love to see niggas go through changes
  I love to see niggas shoot the shit
  But theres one thing about niggas I do not love
  To all my Brooklyn
  To all my Uptown
  To all my Bronx
  To all my Queensbridge
  Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rip it quick
  And kicks it quick - you know how black niggas get
  With them hoods, fatigues; with the boots with trees
  Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy Gs
  Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
  On the avenue, take my loot, and Im bagging you, huh
  Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
  Flash the roll, make them wet in their 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 motherfucking back out
  Thats a real nigga
   
  We the realest nigga
  50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
  Dont try to act like you dont feel us nigga
  Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
  Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo sho!
  Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
  Just in case Dread wanna riff
  He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
  Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
  Thats a real nigga for ya
  Get mad do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
  Spit at the D.A., because fuck what she say
  She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
  Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale
  Where the hand skills are real ill
  Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
  Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha
  When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
  Even my P.O., she called me the Ginger Bread Man
  I catch a new case, and tell her ass: Catch me if you can
  Dont let your people fill you up with octane, Im 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 fuck with, nor see Poppa
  50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off proper
  Theres no place like home, New York! New York!
  I run this city, and I dont dance around like Diddy
  Niggas is giddy, till theyre smacked silly
  Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they dont want drama really
  Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli
  In the hood they feel me {Gun cock} ha! Im on fire!
  Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {Gunshot}
  Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch!