Niggas-Junkstar

Realest Niggas - 群星 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 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 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, flipping kids, making crazy G's Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm bagging you Pimping hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a n***a style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a n***a wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherf**kin back out That's real 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 n***a fa sho! 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 n***a fa sho! 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 n***a for you Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause f**k what she say She don't give a f**k 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, you Chief, 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 n***a fa sho! 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 n***a fa sho! 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 f**k 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 hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger 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 n***a fasho! 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 n***a fasho!