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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,665
Peak in subgenre #626
Author
Written by Ibe Wazir & Lil' Biggie
Uploaded
June 16, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
Lyrics
Ho! Two thousand and three
It's The Realist wit Lil' Biggie y'all
Yo, check it
Verse 1: (The Realist)
This is it, another hit, I think I'm gonna flip the script
And hit you n*** z with somethin you won't forget
Get a grip, 'fore you go and start poppin off at the lip
F*** your click, suck a dick, stupid b*** , you ain't sh**
Did you get it, get it? Got it? Then good, you n*** z wishin y'all could
Get down like me, but maybe you should
Just remember when you go and dress up, to pick your vest up
And keep your head up, because you might get messed up
All I need is one mic, one blunt, and a booth
Till I begin feelin whoozie, then I'll start lettin loose
I wanna know one thing homie, can you handle the truth?
If not, get your b*** ass up, you gotta move cause
There's no slowin me down
I'm like a rebel in the ghetto, put the pedal to the metal and smash out
Don't let me catcha witcha cash out, you might black out
Cause I just knocked your motha f*** in ass out
Chorus:
We The Realist n*** z
Don't try ta act like you don't feel our n*** z
Cause we will f*** around and kill y'all n*** z
Ibe is your n*** , Ben is your n***
Squeeze the trigga, We ya n*** z fo sho
(Repeat)
Verse 2: (Lil' Biggie)
My rhymes are like bombs on paper
Whenever I drop, you best believe the whole world's in vapors
I'm so lyrical and spiritual
n*** you better keep close, what's dear to you
Cause if you don't, I'll steal that too
Drinkin Cris' in the back of the club
Real n*** z know a real n*** , show me some love
All I'm doin is smokin and chokin and pokin the finest b*** that walk through the do'
What you envy me fo'?
Ya best believe, Ibe and Ben is runnin these streets
Jackin your beats, knockin your ass, straight off your feet
If you steppin to me, you better realize who Benjamin be
If you need a dub come holla at me
I ain't skeet like E.
Break you off wit at least 6 g's
Now ya see my style is tight gimme respect
All you punk motha f*** az yellin what the heck?
Like Busta said, "Break Ya Neck"
And get ready cause we cussin and bustin, and we runnin your set
So little f** s get ready for that, oh y'all thought I was whack? (What?)
Well n*** z (Well n*** z)
Holla back (Holla back)
(Chorus)
Verse 3: (Lil' Biggie)
My n*** z, representin fo' sho
Type of n*** z run in your crib and take your dough
Then run in your room and f*** your hoe
b*** n*** don't talk no sh**
If you do, then you gon' get hit
I'm two shotties and a mack in this truck
You about to get stuck, I'm 'bout to tear the whole industry up
(Damn n*** , did you have to tell 'em like that? Ha ha)
Verse 4: (The Realist)
Yo, I'm gonna keep rippin this sh** cause I'll never collapse
My name is Ibe Wazir "The Realist" I'm on top of the stack
I'm like a venomous serpent, when I spit it you feel me
Got people watchin and poppin you n*** z tryna kill me
You think I'm crazy cause I'm like a big poodle in heat
Eatin little b*** ass n*** z like they noodles and meat
You comin at me, then you better pack two in your seat
It's like a f*** in miracle what I can do to these beats
(Chorus)
