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Hands on My

The Notorious B.I.G.
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Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Niggas know who's the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seeing doubles like Noah The rhyme flower 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 slingin' in the hood, I don't fake no moves, aight Reminiscing on my swingin' days When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Cerruti suits OshKosh B'Gosh, Coca-Cola, lookin' 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 green earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring Let's get it on Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest I'm under pressure, the stress'll have me drinkin' Thinkin' niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' 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 Rollin' down the 4-5, 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 the Hennessy get to me Before the penitentiary Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest 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 I feel, they say I won't last long Gotta be strong, even though my life ain't shit Hoping and praying to live legit Won't quit, sometimes I try to borrow some loot Motherfuckers be frontin', and think they ass too cute To lay they open hand, short arms and deep pocket But I'm here to see their hands stick out when I skyrocket And get the profit, my temper take over 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 could write a book on how to deal with trauma Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Be wise, my Enterprise like Star Trek Got niggas vexed 'cause I be fucking up they whole set, yes Niggas are pet, my lyrics a death threat To wack MCs yet, C-H-I's the vet Never forget the Houston bomber My whole Def Trak Clique be smoking on ganja Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest Be the realest