[Hook]
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)

[Verse 1]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
And kicks it quick; you know how black n***as get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's
Hitting buckshots at n***as that open spots
On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
Damn, a n***a's style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n***a want to act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
That's a real n***a for ya

[Hook]
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
[Verse 2]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread want to riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried
That's a real n***a for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up north, bound first stop for the town
Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha

[Hook]
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
[Verse 3]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a n***a
I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid
Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
I'd rather beat my dick than trick
And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
Yes, flex after two or three Becks
As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
A fly guy? Well fuck it, I'm the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing
And when Jake come, I'm leaving

[Hook]
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
To all my Brooklyn (N***as!)
To all my Uptown (N***as!)
To all my Bronx (N***as!)
To all my Queensbridge (N***as!)
(N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a!)
[Outro: Too $hort]
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Ayo B.I.G., what's up, man? It's $hort, man
Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call
I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches
I got some chronic, I got the keys to Luke's crib, n***a That n***a ain't gonna be here for two weeks
Hit me up, dude; hit me up
It's $hort, man; it's Short
Holla at me, a'ight