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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,282
Peak in subgenre #173
Author
Written by Ibe Wazir
Uploaded
November 02, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:33
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Some n*** z think that I'm a joke and when I spit it's funny
But they be on some bull sh** cause I'ma get this money
And when I do y'all n*** z know y'all ain't gettin' sh** from me
Except for maybe a couple of holes up in your tummy
You wanna front? Lets do it now, who cares if it is sunny?
Because your mouth is like your ass, sh** is always running
And when I crash up on the set I'll wreck you f*** in' dummies
I'll turn you sweet like honey, make you go tell your mommy, lookin like a f*** in' mummy
Wrapped up in them bandages
I told you once before, The Realist, he can handle his
But now and days you know them haters, they be scandalous
They never listen when I speak, I'm the evangelist, stuntin' wit my banana clips
Don't make me do some dirt boy
Cause that's how b*** n*** z like you be gettin' hurt boy
I see it in your eyes, you're softer than a nerf boy
So turn around, get outta town, this is my turf boy
Chorus:
I thought y'all knew I was a (Warrior)
If you didn't well I'm a (Warrior)
Ask your daddy if I'm a (Warrior)
And he'll tell ya Ibe is a (Warrior)
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
I dare a n*** in the game to try to steal my shine
Spit what you want but it will never be as real as mine
Some people hate me just because they ladies feel my rhyme
But that's ok cause if they front Big J. will spill the nine
You gotta love me cause you think about me all the time
Even when I hustle out in the streets poppin' dimes
You gotta be gay, why else would I be on your mind?
If you ain't then flip a pound and get back on the grind, get caught by the coppers don't say sh**
Pretend that you's a mime
And grab that rope or that ladder, whichever you choose to climb
Who gives a f*** if you do time? That's 3 to 9
By the time you get out, I promise you'll be fine
Unless you snitch and let them bullets hit you from behind
n*** them shotgun shells will disconnect your spine
But f*** all that, it's time to party, sniff another line
While I just hit this bud that treats me so kind
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Now let me tell ya lil' bit about that n*** Ibe
King of the streets, he makes the calls, him and his n*** Dee
And he loves f*** in' b*** es and smokin' weed
And he don't have to buy sh** , he gets his sh** for free
Not only can he rap, but boy you should see him scrap
I seen him lay a 6'6" n*** on his back
Wit a one hitter quitter as a matter of fact
Cause once he goes bizurk, he don't know how to act
And on the block he got the motha f*** in' fattest sacks
And he pulls the finest hoes, that's where they be at
He never rolls alone, them n*** z be comin' in packs
Wit golf clubs, tire thumpers, aluminum bats
He can't pump on the block cause of his big name
But because of rap, he got a big chain
Everybody in the hood shows him respect mane
That's Ibe Wazir motha f*** as, do your damn thang
(Chorus)
