Letra da Música To All My Niggas de The Notorious B.I.G.

I love niggas, I love niggas, cuz niggas are me!
And I should only love that which is me!

MTV, Song of da Month
To all my Brooklyn "Niggas!! (Niggas!!)"
To all my Uptown "Niggas!! (Niggas!!)"
To all my Bronx "Niggas!! (Niggas!!)"
To all my Queens bridge "Niggas!! (Niggas!!)"
Nonstop!

[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 buckshots 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 her wet, in her 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
That's a real nigga for ya

Chorus [50 Cent]:
We da realist nigga,
50 cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don’t try to act like u don’t feel us nigga
Biggie your nigga
50 your nigga
Squeezin trigga if u my nigga fa sho (2x)

[Notorious 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 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 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, pass the Budda

Chorus 2x

[50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
Even my P.O.
She called me da gingabread man
I catch a new case
Tell her ass catch me if ya can
Don’t let your people fill you up with octane
I’m not playin
Get Gassed up to get blasted up
Wit B.I.G. style
Watch da kid break it down
Check it, thall shalt not fuck
Wit norsey proper
50 cent, i break ya punk ass off proper
There’s no place like home New York, New York
I run dis city and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is gitty
‘til dey smack silly or sprayed wit mac nilly
They don’t want drama really
Pussy Niggas get hard lip-syncin my lyrics
Like Milli Vanilli
Wonda if dey feel me
[gun loads] aha im on fire
Niggas out in Philli they feel me
They bump my shit
Baby oops lettin ya know
Bump my shit