Текст песни: 50 Cent - To All My Niggas (Remix)



(feat. Eminem, Notorious B.I.G.)



[Intro]

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 (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 One: Notorious 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 real



[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 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 Two: Notorious 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 Watertown

Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill

You`ll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover

Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: 50 Cent]

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 ass "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 fuck wit North C. Papa

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, till they act smack silly

Or spray wit 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 cocked*} hah! I`m on fire!

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

Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!



[Chorus]



The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)

Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin`! (yeah)



[Bridge: Eminem]

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit

D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!

So watch what you say, `fore you call our name

Cause you say one more thing and it won`t be nice!



[Verse Four: Eminem]

Whoa, 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 hate it G-Unit made it and Obie`s coming

D-Tweezy`s coming you`re sick to your stomach

50 percent of it`s 50 cent

The other 50 percent of it`s who`s color of skin it is

But if you even considerin` taking our label down

You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it

But I ain`t trying to get too intricate into it

I`m just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit

Cause then it`s gonna get to the point

Where it escalates to some other shit

Then I`m a flip, then I`m a get to

"Stomping in my Air Force Ones"

But you won`t be able to tell

If it`s two pairs or it`s one

It`s just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you

You`d think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe

I don`t know what it is or what it could be

But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me

Thinking they gonna put me in a 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 diggedy doc diggedy

Mixed with a little bit of the [Eminem vocal scratch]

Wit a pinch of Biggie

Look at me, I`m just the bomb diggedy



[Chorus: Eminem]

We the realest label

Don`t try to act like you don`t feel our label

Cause we gon` fuck around and kill your label

Obie, D-Tweezy, 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

Cause we gon` fuck around and steal your paper

Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records

We gon` kill your label fa` sho!



[Eminem]

Shady in the place to be see

And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!

Still watch what you say to me punk

Cause I`m off probation in less than six months [gun cocked]



[Outro]

Haha, Shady Records

Still Aftermath, and don`t think we don`t

Hear you motherfuckers talkin`!

Cause we do and we see y`all

We just gon` sit back for a minute

While I see what the FUCK y`all do

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(feat. Eminem, Notorious B.I.G.)



[Intro]

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 (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 One: Notorious 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 real



[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 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 Two: Notorious 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 Watertown

Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill

You`ll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover

Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: 50 Cent]

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 ass "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 fuck wit North C. Papa

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, till they act smack silly

Or spray wit 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 cocked*} hah! I`m on fire!

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

Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!



[Chorus]



The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)

Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin`! (yeah)



[Bridge: Eminem]

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit

D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!

So watch what you say, `fore you call our name

Cause you say one more thing and it won`t be nice!



[Verse Four: Eminem]

Whoa, 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 hate it G-Unit made it and Obie`s coming

D-Tweezy`s coming you`re sick to your stomach

50 percent of it`s 50 cent

The other 50 percent of it`s who`s color of skin it is

But if you even considerin` taking our label down

You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it

But I ain`t trying to get too intricate into it

I`m just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit

Cause then it`s gonna get to the point

Where it escalates to some other shit

Then I`m a flip, then I`m a get to

"Stomping in my Air Force Ones"

But you won`t be able to tell

If it`s two pairs or it`s one

It`s just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you

You`d think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe

I don`t know what it is or what it could be

But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me

Thinking they gonna put me in a 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 diggedy doc diggedy

Mixed with a little bit of the [Eminem vocal scratch]

Wit a pinch of Biggie

Look at me, I`m just the bomb diggedy



[Chorus: Eminem]

We the realest label

Don`t try to act like you don`t feel our label

Cause we gon` fuck around and kill your label

Obie, D-Tweezy, 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

Cause we gon` fuck around and steal your paper

Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records

We gon` kill your label fa` sho!



[Eminem]

Shady in the place to be see

And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!

Still watch what you say to me punk

Cause I`m off probation in less than six months [gun cocked]



[Outro]

Haha, Shady Records

Still Aftermath, and don`t think we don`t

Hear you motherfuckers talkin`!

Cause we do and we see y`all

We just gon` sit back for a minute

While I see what the FUCK y`all do

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