Before shots, Queens, you heard, I`m a Florida boy
But I`m gonna shout y`all ni**as out
`Cause I got number one love for New York, ni**as, you heard?

I love ni**as, I love ni**as `cause ni**as are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see ni**as go through changes
I love to see ni**as shoot through s**t
And to all ni**as that do it, I love

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(You ni**as understand?)
To all my Bronx
(It`s war, ni**a)
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 ni**as get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin` weed, flippin` ki`s, makin` crazy Gs

Hittin` buckshots at ni**as 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 ni**a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a ni**a wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherf**kin` back out
That`s a real ni**a for ya

We the realest, ni**a
50 Cent and B.I.G., my ni**a
Don`t try to act like you don`t feel a ni**a
Biggie, yo` ni**a, 50, yo` ni**a
Squeeze the trigga, leave a ni**a fo` sho`

We the realest, ni**a
50 Cent and B.I.G., my ni**a
Don`t try to act like you don`t feel a ni**a
Biggie, yo` ni**a, 50, yo` ni**a
Squeeze the trigga, leave a ni**a 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 ni**a for ya
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 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, ni**a
50 Cent and B.I.G., my ni**a
Don`t try to act like you don`t feel a ni**a
Biggie, yo` ni**a, 50, yo` ni**a
Squeeze the trigga, leave a ni**a 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 f**k 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
Ni**as is giddy `til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don`t want drama, really

Pushy ni**as get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I`m on fire
Ni**as out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my s**t
Even bootlegged, you know, bump my s**t, bitch

We the realest, ni**a
50 Cent and B.I.G., my ni**a
Don`t try to act like you don`t feel a ni**a
Biggie, yo` ni**a, 50, yo` ni**a
Squeeze the trigga, leave a ni**a 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 bulls**t 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 f**king 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 s**t
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` f**k 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` f**k around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gon` kill yo` f**kin` 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