[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