To All My n*ggas lyrics

[P.Diddy]
{*gunshot*}
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration

[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love n*ggas! I love n*ggas!
Cause n*ggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see n*ggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see n*ggas shoot through sh*t (Did it again)
And to all n*ggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (n*ggas!)
To all my Uptown (You n*ggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war n*gga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black n*ggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at n*ggas 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 n*gga style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n*gga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherf*ckin back out
That's real
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest n*gga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my n*gga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a n*gga
Biggie yo n*gga, 50 yo n*gga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a n*gga fa' sho!

[Verse: 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 n*gga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause f*ck what she say
She don't give a f*ck 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: 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 f*ck 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
n*ggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
pus*y n*ggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun c*cked*} hah! I'm on fire!
n*ggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my sh*t
Every bootlegger you know, bump my sh*t, b*tch!
[Chorus]