(feat. Eminem, Notorious B.I.G.)    [Intro]  I love niggas! I love niggas!  Cause niggas are me!  And I should only love that 'presents me  I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)  I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)  And to all niggas that do it I love    [B.I.G.]  To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)  To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)  To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)  To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)    [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]  Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick  And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get  With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees  Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's  Hittin' buckshots at niggas 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 real    [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 a nigga  Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga  Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!    [Verse Two: 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 found first stop Watertown  Of fist-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 Three: 50 Cent]  When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand  And 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 this city, I don't dance around like Diddy  Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly  Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really  Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly  Even 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, bump my shit, bitch!    [Chorus]    The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)  Green Lantern! the infiltration, 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 call our name  Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!    [Verse Four: Eminem]  Whoa, here we go, I shoulda known  I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit  Sooner or later you little haters  Are too jealous of us to love 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 color of skin it is  But if you even considerin' taking our label down  You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it  But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it  I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit  Cause then it's gonna get to the point  Where it escalates to some other shit  Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to  "Stomping in my Air Force Ones"  But you won't be able to tell  If it's two pairs or it's one  It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you  You'd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe  I don't know what it is or what it could be  But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me  Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me  Y'all tickle me pink  I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me  Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety  A little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy  Mixed with a little bit of the [Eminem vocal scratch]  Wit a pinch of Biggie  Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy    [Chorus: Eminem]  We the realest label  Don't try to act like you don't feel our label  Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label  Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records  We the label fa' sho!    We the realest label  Don't try to act like you don't feel our label  Cause we gon' fuck around and steal your paper  Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records  We gon' kill your label fa' sho!    [Eminem]  Shady in the place to be see  And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!  Still watch what you say to me punk  Cause I'm off probation in less than six months [gun cocked]    [Outro]  Haha, Shady Records  Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't  Hear you motherfuckers talkin'!  Cause we do and we see y'all  We just gon' sit back for a minute  While I see what the FUCK y'all do