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n***** Lyrics

To all my Brooklyn "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Uptown "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Bronx "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Queens bridge "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
and kicks it quick, you know how black n***** get
with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin buckshots at n***** 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***, a n**** style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n**** wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they m*********** back out
That's a real n**** for ya

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To all my Brooklyn "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Uptown "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Bronx "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Queens bridge "n*****!! (n*****!!)"

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**** for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A., cause f*** what she say
She don't give a f*** about your a** 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
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To all my Brooklyn "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Uptown "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Bronx "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Queens bridge "n*****!! (n*****!!)"

Money hoes and clothes
Blunt smoke comin out the nose, is all a n**** knows
Flippin on foes, puttin tags on toes
Watchin the stash grow, clockin the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigga
Gettin paid so much, all the b****** wanna see a n****
I guess they figure I'm paid, I wanna get laid
or since I got loot I wanna knock boots
I'd rather beat my d*** than trick
and if she don't suck then we don't f***
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-a** truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes
I wreck s***, what the f*** you expected?
A fly guy? Well f*** it, I'm the high guy
from Bed-Stuy, puttin the swellin on your eye
and your nose even, when I choke ya you stop breathin
And when Jake come, I'm leavin!
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To all my Brooklyn "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Uptown "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Bronx "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
To all my Queens bridge "n*****!! (n*****!!)"
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