to all my niggas lyrics – dat nigga said

shadyville entertainment, bad boy collaboration

i love n*gg*s! i love n*gg*s!
cause n*gg*s are me!
and i should only love that ‘presents me
i love to see n*gg*s go through changes (whoooo!!)
i love to see n*gg*s shoot through sh*t (did it again)
and to all n*gg*s that do it i love

to all my brooklyn (n*gg*s!)
to all my uptown (you n*gg*s understand?!)
to all my bronx (it’s war n*gg*)
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 n*gg*s get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
smokin weed, flippin ki’s, makin crazy g’s
hittin’ buckshots at n*gg*s 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
d*mn, a n*gg* style is unorthodox
grip the glock, when i walk down the crowded blocks
just in case a n*gg* wanna act out
i just black out, and blow they motherf*ckin back out
that’s a real n*gg* for ya

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we the realest n*gg*
50 cent and b.i.g. my n*gg*
don’t try to act like you don’t feel a n*gg*
biggie yo n*gg*, 50 yo n*gg*
squeeze the trigga’ leave a n*gg* 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*gg* 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 *ss anyway
up north found first stop for the town
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
you’ll be a super hoover doo-doo stain remover
ha hahhh, yo g, p*ss the ruler

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when i was young my m.o. was to go hail the henny
and even my p.o. she called me the ginger bread man
i cut ya new case, and tell her *ss “catch me if you can”
don’t let your people feel your awkward
i tame i’m not lame
get g*ssed 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 seed papa
50 cent, i’ll break yo *ss off propa’
this new place like home, new york – new york
i run this city, i don’t dance around like diddy
n*gg*s is giddy, till they act smack silly
or spray wit the mack milly, they don’t want drama really
pushy n*gg*s get hard lip syncing my lyrics like milly vanilly
even the hood they feel me [gun c*cked] hah! i’m on fire!
n*gg*s out in philly they feel me, they b*mp my sh*t
even bootlegged you know, b*mp my sh*t, b*tch!

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/ dat nigga said lyrics