The Realest Niggas Lyrics - 50 Cent

Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy 

But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out 

'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard? 

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 

I love to see niggas shoot through shit 

And to all niggas that do it, I love 

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) 

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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 Gs 

Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots on the avenue 

Take my loot and I'm baggin' you 

Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvos 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 

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 fo' sho' 

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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 fo' sho' 

When 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 

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 Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish scale 

Where the hand scales are real ill 

You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover 

Yo, G, pass the buddha 

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 fo' sho' 

When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand 

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 you're 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 

There's no place like home, New York, New York 

I run this city and now I dance around like Diddy 

Niggas is giddy 'til 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 Milli Vanilli 

Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire 

Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit 

Even bootlegged, you know, bump my shit, bitch 

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 fo' sho' 

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit 

D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice 

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 jealous 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 percent is 50 Cent 

The other 50 percent 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 intricate into it 

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit 

'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point 

Where it escalates into some other shit 

Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones 

Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one 

It's gonna 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 pussies try to push me 

Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me 

Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me 

Hickory dickory dock, tickety 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 fo' sho' 

We the realest label 

Don't try to act like you don't feel our label 

'Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your people 

Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50 

We gon' kill yo' fuckin' label fa 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