To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)

Back up chump you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black ni**az get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at ni**az 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
(Ni**as, ni**as, ni**as)
Damn, a ni**a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a ni**a wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherf**kin' back out
That's a real ni**a for ya

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as)

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
That's a real ni**a for ya

Get mad do a quarter flip the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A., 'cause f**k what she say
She don't give a f**k about your ass anyway
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
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
Yo G, pass the Budda
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)

Money, hoes and clothes blunt smoke comin' out the nose
Is all a ni**a knows flippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes
Watchin' the stash grow, clockin' the cash flow
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
The neighborhood grave digga gettin' paid so much
All the bitches wanna see a ni**a
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 dick than trick
And if she don't suck then we don't f**k
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run a muck
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
Yes, flex at the two or three Benz's
I wreck shit, what the f**k you expected?
A fly guy? Well f**k it, I'm the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, puttin' the swellin' on your eye
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
And your nose even, when I choke ya you stop breathin'
And when Jake come, I'm leavin'

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as))
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)
(Ni**a, ni**a, ni**a)
To all my Queens bridge
(Ni**as)

To all my Brooklyn
(Ni**as)
To all my Uptown
(Ni**as)
To all my Bronx
(Ni**as)