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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
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Peak #1,560
Peak in subgenre #236
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Written by Ibe Wazir & Crazy J
Uploaded
August 29, 2003
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:14
Lyrics
Chorus:
We just wanna love ya, for the rest of our lives
We wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
(Talkin' 'bout our guns b*** ) *gunshot*
Verse 1: (The Realist)
You can catch me in a drop top feelin' the breeze
Eyes wide shut lookin' like I'm Vietnamese
Cause we hittin' some trees, all weed, no sticks or seeds
Still got my gun tucked under my sleeveless T's
Best believe, I'll make you unable to breathe
Have you beggin for mercy just to be relieved
So retrieve what I'm tellin ya, keep it indeed
Cause I won't leave until I see my click succeed
And while we are absent, one from another
I'll walk off with your b*** , give a f*** if you love her
Cause she like my style hot and smooth like butter
Don't try to front neither leave ya dead in the gutter
Man I hate it, these motha f*** as got me frustrated
The greatest MC that God'd ever created
We made it, The Realist Records, yeah "We Built This City"
From bottom to top, it's ugly man, ain't nuttin' pretty
(Chorus)
Verse 2: (Crazy J)
My music's what you're crazin' when I start frazin' these words
I'm murderin' verbs, never slurrin' my words
I speak out in the open, you hopin that I'll start chokin'
But nope I won't have it, that means that I can't hack it
I wanna be like B. Rabbit just makin my money
It's kind of funny, I'm so hungry that I'm just laughin' it off
You step out of line then I'm just blastin' you all
I'm f*** in' ready to brawl, can't be touched cause I'm so f*** in' raw
I murder music, if music had a face then I'd bruise
Now I'm about to f*** in' lose it, my mind
But it's already lost, it got murdered in a holocaust
Of words and verbs, now my mind's all blurred
And it's never goin back to normal, my brain is deformal
It's warped, my flows are so hot, you'd think they got torched
Like Twista I'll smoke your reefer, on your front porch
With another friend of mine besides my mind
I'm talkin' 'bout my nine
Now I need another line to rhyme but I'm not thinkin straight
In a minute my brain is gonna coagulate, and everything will come togheter
Then we're gonna have some stormy weather
Name me Hurricane Heather, it's whatever
I swear I get better and better with every letter that I jot
But I need a f*** in' stage to rock
Until then I ain't gonna stop, gonna make it to the top
And never fall off until you shoot me with a sawed off
And then my doggs will have your f*** in head knawled off and you done lost all
Bodily functions, y'all are makin me laugh yeah I'm just lunchin'
But if we're fightin' swear to God that I'm punchin
I'm somethin that you're not touchin', yeah I'm unreachable
And lyrically, I'm unteachable
I got two triggers, how about I give 'em each a pull
It's The Realist Records, and you know we're unbeatable
We teach you all a lyrical lesson that reach to your soul
Just like a motha f*** in' spiritual blessin'
I'm not a teacher but I'll reach ya just like a preacher
You got a reason to hate me cause Crazy J beat ya
(Chorus)
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