Origineel
[Diddy]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
[The Last Poets]
I love niggas, I love niggas~!
Cause niggas are meeeee
And I should only love that which is meeeee
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
[50 Cent]
Yeah… did it again nigga!
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn “Niggas!!”
To all my Uptown “You niggas understand!!”
To all my Bronx “In this world nigga!!”
To all my Queens bridge “Swept you away..”
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
and kicks it quick, you know how black niggaz get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin’ weed, flippin’ ki’s, makin’ crazy G’s
Hittin’ buckshot at niggaz 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 ‘em wet in they 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 motherfuckin’ back out
[Chorus: 50 Cent – repeat 2X]
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 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 trigger, leave a nigga fa’ sho’!
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Then 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., cause fuck what she say
She don’t give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North bound first stop, Water town or Bitch-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
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 fuck 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 the city, and I don’t dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed wit the Mac Milli
They don’t want drama really
Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin’ my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah!! I’m on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit bitch!
[Chorus]
Vertaling
[Diddy]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy samenwerking
[The Last Poets]
Ik hou van niggas, Ik hou van niggas~!
Cause niggas are meeeee
And I should only love that which is meeeee
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas, shoot the shit
Maar er is een ding over niggas waar ik niet van hou
[50 Cent]
Yeah… did it again nigga!
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Aan al mijn Brooklyn “Niggas!!”
Op al mijn Uptown “Jullie niggas begrijpen het !”
Aan al mijn Bronx “In deze wereld nigga!”
Op mijn Queens bridge “Swept you away…”
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Achteruit makker, je weet dat Biggie Smalls het snel scheurt
and kicks it quick, you know how black niggaz get
met de kappen fatigues met de laarzen met bomen
Smokin’ weed, flippin’ ki’s, makin’ crazy G’s
Hittin ‘buckshot op niggaz die open plekken
op de avenue, mijn buit pakken, en ik pak jou
Pimpin’ hoes that drive Volvo’s and Rodeos
Flits met het broodje, maak ze nat in hun panty
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 motherfuckin’ back out
[Refrein: 50 Cent – herhaal 2X]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent en B.I.G. my nigga
Don’t try to act like you don’t feel us nigga
Biggie yo’ nigga, 50 yo’ nigga
Haal de trekker over, laat een nigga achter!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent en B.I.G. mijn nigga
Probeer niet te doen alsof je geen nigga voelt
Biggie yo’ nigga, 50 yo’ nigga
Haal de trekker over, laat een nigga achter!
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Then we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
Hij krijgt een gratis lift naar het kerkhof, ruig.
Niet je gewone, we kijken hoe je wordt begraven
That’s a real nigga for ya
Wordt kwaad, draai het script om, en verscheur je advocaat
Spuug op de D.A., want fuck wat ze zegt
Ze geeft toch geen reet om je.
Naar het noorden, eerste halte, Waterstad of Bitch-skill
Waar de handvaardigheid echt slecht is
Je zult een super Hoover doo-doo vlek verwijderaar zijn
Ha hahhh, yo chief, pass the Buddha
[Chorus]
[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
Zelfs mijn P.O. ze noemde me de Ginger Bread Man
Ik vang een nieuwe zaak, en vertel haar kont “pak me als je kan”
Laat je mensen je niet volstoppen met octaan, ik speel niet
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 North C. Papa
50 Cent, Ik breek je reet af propa’
There’s no place like home, New York – New York
I run the city, and I don’t dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly or sprayed with the Mac Milli
They don’t want drama really
Pussy niggaz get hard lip syncin’ my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
In de buurt voelen ze me. Ik sta in brand!
Negers in Philly voelen me, ze doen mijn shit.
Elke smokkelaar die je kent, pompt mijn shit bitch!
[Chorus]