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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
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Peak #7,293
Peak in subgenre #1,015
Author
Written by Ibe Wazir & Crazy J
Uploaded
March 09, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:56
Lyrics
(I know you know I'm on fire)
Chorus:
*If you don't know who I be
You betta ask somebody about me
Oh you wanna be tough n*** ? A look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust n***
If you don't know who I be
You betta ask somebody about me
And they'll tell you I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya over and over boy*
Verse 1: (The Realist)
For you illiterate motha f*** as striving to read
I'm the R-E, the A-L, the I-S, the T
The R's for the real n*** z who I trust
When some problems pop off, they first to bust
E's for everybody who love ta bump my sh**
Me and Crazy told you before, bump that sh**
A's for automatically systematic
Anybody wanna battle the god, then you can have it
L's for the L's that I blow fo' sho
Gettin blunted on the low on a country road
I's for I-B-E cause that's who I be
The Realist, anything else is unlikely
S is for the sex it's the best in the city
Make them h*** strip down and show they titties
T's for talkin cause you think it's cheap
Boy these 16 bars just bought me a new jeep, now
(Chorus)
Verse 2: (Crazy J)
I'm not sayin that I'm hard, but I'm not soft
I got people watchin my back that's been knockin heads off
So cruise around in your new whip and talk sh**
I drive a sh** ty Caprice and still call you a broke b***
Some people say there's not a stinch white left in me
That's why I cock my hat to the left you see
That's why I walk around with my pants to my knees
Cause I like it when you rednecks call me a wanna-be
Just keep requesting my cd, it'll be here soon
Y'all are gonna sh** like you just ate a prune
You ever met doom? He's here with me
So if you want me, mother f*** er just come and get me
Cause I'm a dogg, but inspite of the bitin'
I'm f*** in stealin and typin', I'm writin sh** that you're likin
Don't clash with this titan, cause I'll beat your ass
On a diss or if we're fightin, I strike like lightning
And I roar just like thunder
You ain't goin to Australia but I'll send you down under
(Chorus)
Verse 3: (The Realist)
One for the money, two for the hoes
Three for my n*** z, and four fo' shows
That's enough to make a n*** wanna keep on rappin
Plus the fact that haters keep runnin' they traps
And motivatin n*** z to spit so quit your yackin
Fore I bust through your front door *gun shot* lets get it crackin
Think it's all fun and games? I ain't laughin
Turn your face part of these streets, I make it happen
Now I'm off to them shows ag-ain
I like to introduce to you the new midwest slang
To the hustlas barrin' it up at Hustlers
Gettin loud like a big hole in your muffler
Think you all hard cause you buff and muscular?
n*** I box, the white boy's a wrestler
When Ibie come around you feelin' the heat
You be lucky by the end of this you feelin your feet
Catch ya slippin, f*** around get beat down
The one with the pounds, yeah you heard of me now
(Chorus)
