Be The Realist feat. Notorious
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[Intro: 2Pac & (Notorious B.I.G.)
Uh, yeah
(I need to know that) Be the realest
Hah, yeah
(I need to know that)
'Cause I'm the realest
Hah, yeah
(I need to know that)
Check it
Split the dutchie and fill it with the skunk
We 'bout to get wicked in the joint
Be the realest
Uh, yeah
(I need to know that)
Notorious, Notorious
Yo, feel this
Niggas know who's the mind-blower, the weed's grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah
The rhyme flow-er, B.I.G
Top notch with the Glock, check your pockets
And your sockets
Just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop, check 'em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggas don't make no moves
When I'm slinging in the hood I don't fake no moves, aight?
Reminiscing on my swinger days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Cerruti suits
Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, looking real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representing Bucktown
MAC-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream, earrings
You know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on
Be the realest
Hah, yeah
(I need to know that)
I'm under pressure, the stress'll have me drinking
Thinking niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stacking G's
They after a player, but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide, my life's in danger
Rolling down the 405, beware of strangers
Hand on my.45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know until I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me
Before the penitentiary
Be the realest
Let's get it on, hahah, yeah, uh, check it
'Cause I'm the realest
Uh, yeah, check that flow, haha
How long will it last? I wish I wasn't born
I know I got the skill to make records, they need to put me on
Some say I'm wrong for writing rap songs
About the way that I feel, they say I won't last long
Gotta be strong even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live legit
Won't quit, sometimes I try to borrow some loot
Motherfuckers be front, and think they ass too cute
To lend a helping hand, short arms and deep pockets
But I'm here to see their hands stick out when I skyrocket
And get the profit, watch everything go in reverse
Niggas should've known from jump for what it's worth
I give birth to a track when I spit a lyric
Style so fat while you skinny like an anorexic
I went through so much drama
I can write a book on how to deal with drama
Be the realest
Hah, yeah, uh, uh
'Cause I'm the realest
Hah, yeah, really doe, check it
(I need to know that)
Be wise, my enterprise like Star Trek
Got niggas vexed 'cause I be fucking up their whole set
Yet, niggas are pet, my lyrics a death threat
So wack MC's jet, C-H-I's the vet
Never forget the Houston Bomber
My whole Def Trap clique be smoking on ganja
(I need to know that)
Be the realest
Hah, yeah
(I need to know that)
'Cause I'm the realest
Haha, yeah, on the real, dawg
(I need to know that)
Check it, be the realest