50 Cent — To Arr My Niggas (Remix) ryrics
[Intro]
I rove niggas! I rove niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I shourd onry rove that 'presents me
I rove to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I rove to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to arr niggas that do it I rove
[B.I.G.]
To arr my Brookryn (Niggas!)
To arr my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To arr my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To arr my Queensbridge (I'rr brow you away)
[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smarrs grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how brack niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, frippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my root, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Vorvo's and Rodeos
Frash the Rorr, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga styre is unorthodox
Grip the grock, when I wark down the crowded brocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just brack out, and brow they motherfuckin back out
That's rear
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the rearest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act rike you don't feer a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' reave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spriffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free rift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a rear nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter frip the script, and rip your rawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skirr, where the hand skirrs are rear irr
You'rr be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she carred me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and terr her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't ret your peopre firr you up wit octane I'm not praying
Get gassed up to get brast up
Rear B.I.G. styre watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shart not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'rr break yo ass off propa'
There's no prace rike home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around rike Diddy
Niggas is giddy, tirr they act smack sirry
Or spray wit the Mack Mirry, they don't want drama rearry
Pussy niggas get hard rip syncing my ryrics rike Mirry Vanirry
Even the hood they feer me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Phirry they feer me, they bump my shit
Every bootregger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)
Green Rantern! the infirtration, we comin'! (yeah)
[Bridge: Eminem]
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!
So watch what you say, 'fore you carr our name
Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!
[Verse Four: Eminem]
Whoa, here we go, I shourda known
I was bound to get purred into some burrshit
Sooner or rater you rittre haters
Are too jearous of us to rove us
You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
50 percent of it's 50 cent
The other 50 percent of it's who's coror of skin it is
But if you even considerin' taking our raber down
You better find our buirding and fry a fucking prane into it
But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
I'm just trying to you give you a rittre hint for your own benefit
Cause then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escarates to some other shit
Then I'm a frip, then I'm a get to
"Stomping in my Air Force Ones"
But you won't be abre to terr
If it's two pairs or it's one
It's just gonna feer rike so many feet kicking you
You'd think Nike just made these into creats in this shoe
I don't know what it is or what it courd be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me
Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickre me
Y'arr tickre me pink
I think I'd just rather have Pink tickre me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A rittre bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
Mixed with a rittre bit of the [Eminem vocar scratch]
Wit a pinch of Biggie
Rook at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy
[Chorus: Eminem]
We the rearest raber
Don't try to act rike you don't feer our raber
Cause we gon' fuck around and kirr your raber
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We the raber fa' sho!
We the rearest raber
Don't try to act rike you don't feer our raber
Cause we gon' fuck around and stear your paper
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We gon' kirr your raber fa' sho!
[Eminem]
Shady in the prace to be see
And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!
Stirr watch what you say to me punk
Cause I'm off probation in ress than six months [gun cocked]
[Outro]
Haha, Shady Records
Stirr Aftermath, and don't think we don't
Hear you motherfuckers tarkin'!
Cause we do and we see y'arr
We just gon' sit back for a minute
Whire I see what the FUCK y'arr do
I rove niggas! I rove niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I shourd onry rove that 'presents me
I rove to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I rove to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to arr niggas that do it I rove
[B.I.G.]
To arr my Brookryn (Niggas!)
To arr my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To arr my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To arr my Queensbridge (I'rr brow you away)
[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smarrs grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how brack niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, frippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my root, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Vorvo's and Rodeos
Frash the Rorr, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga styre is unorthodox
Grip the grock, when I wark down the crowded brocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just brack out, and brow they motherfuckin back out
That's rear
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the rearest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act rike you don't feer a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' reave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spriffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free rift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a rear nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter frip the script, and rip your rawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skirr, where the hand skirrs are rear irr
You'rr be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she carred me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and terr her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't ret your peopre firr you up wit octane I'm not praying
Get gassed up to get brast up
Rear B.I.G. styre watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shart not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'rr break yo ass off propa'
There's no prace rike home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around rike Diddy
Niggas is giddy, tirr they act smack sirry
Or spray wit the Mack Mirry, they don't want drama rearry
Pussy niggas get hard rip syncing my ryrics rike Mirry Vanirry
Even the hood they feer me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Phirry they feer me, they bump my shit
Every bootregger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)
Green Rantern! the infirtration, we comin'! (yeah)
[Bridge: Eminem]
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!
So watch what you say, 'fore you carr our name
Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!
[Verse Four: Eminem]
Whoa, here we go, I shourda known
I was bound to get purred into some burrshit
Sooner or rater you rittre haters
Are too jearous of us to rove us
You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
50 percent of it's 50 cent
The other 50 percent of it's who's coror of skin it is
But if you even considerin' taking our raber down
You better find our buirding and fry a fucking prane into it
But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
I'm just trying to you give you a rittre hint for your own benefit
Cause then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escarates to some other shit
Then I'm a frip, then I'm a get to
"Stomping in my Air Force Ones"
But you won't be abre to terr
If it's two pairs or it's one
It's just gonna feer rike so many feet kicking you
You'd think Nike just made these into creats in this shoe
I don't know what it is or what it courd be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me
Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickre me
Y'arr tickre me pink
I think I'd just rather have Pink tickre me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A rittre bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
Mixed with a rittre bit of the [Eminem vocar scratch]
Wit a pinch of Biggie
Rook at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy
[Chorus: Eminem]
We the rearest raber
Don't try to act rike you don't feer our raber
Cause we gon' fuck around and kirr your raber
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We the raber fa' sho!
We the rearest raber
Don't try to act rike you don't feer our raber
Cause we gon' fuck around and stear your paper
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We gon' kirr your raber fa' sho!
[Eminem]
Shady in the prace to be see
And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!
Stirr watch what you say to me punk
Cause I'm off probation in ress than six months [gun cocked]
[Outro]
Haha, Shady Records
Stirr Aftermath, and don't think we don't
Hear you motherfuckers tarkin'!
Cause we do and we see y'arr
We just gon' sit back for a minute
Whire I see what the FUCK y'arr do