[Puff Daddy]
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 there´s one thing about niggas I do not love

[Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn
To all my Uptown
To all my Bronx
To all my Queensbridge

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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 G´s
Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I´m 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
That´s a real nigga

[50 Cent] (x2)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don´t try to act like you don´t feel us nigga

Biggie yo´ nigga, 50 yo´ nigga
Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo´ sho´!

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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
That´s 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 don´t give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale
Where the hand skills are real ill
You´ll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha

[50 Cent]
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"
Don´t let your people fill you up with 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 with, nor see Poppa
50 Cent, I´ll break yo´ punk ass off proper
There´s no place like home, New York! New York!
I run this city, and I don´t dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they´re smacked silly
Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they don´t want drama really

Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*Gun cock*} ha! I´m on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {*Gunshot*}
Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch!