2Pac, Trapp, The Notorious B.I.G. - Be the Realist lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[2Pac, Trapp, The Notorious B.I.G. - Be the Realist lyrics]
Uh, yeah (Give me a tingle of that)
Be the realest, ha, yeah
(Give me a tingle of that)
'Cause I'm the realest, ha, yeah
Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Be the realest, ha, yeah
Notorious is glorious (Uh)
Niggas know who's the mind blower
The weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah
The rhyme flower (Uh)
BIG, top notch with the
Glock check your pockets (Uh)
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 (Uh, huh)
When I drove a Caddy and
My bitch sported finger waves (Uh)
Yeah, she had the Gucci boots
I had Sarducci suit's
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior MAFIA representing Bucktown
MAC-11 cocked back niggas better duck down
(yeah, uh)
Facedown you know the routine the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on be the realest, ha, yeah
I'm under pressure
The stress'll have me drinking
Thinkin niggas after me
Much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna
See me stackin Gs they after a player but I
Won't let 'em capture me
I got to thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep close my eyes
And see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide
My life's in danger
Rolling down the four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never
Know it 'till I'm gone
From out the gutter where
The jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary, let's get it on
Be the realest, haha, yeah, check it
'Cause I'm the realest, uh
Yeah, check that flow, haha
How long will it last? I wish it wasn't war
I know I got this feeling, make records
Save me to put me on
Some say ''War'' for writing rap songs
And by the way, I feel
The cigar won't last long, gotta be strong
Even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live the tip
Won't quit
Sometimes I try to borrow some loot
Motherfuckers be fun and think
They ass too cute and then they up the hand
Short arms and deep pockets
But a man'll see the hands
Stick out when I skyrocket
And get the prophet
Watch everything go in reverse
Nigga should've known from jump
For what it's worth
I give birth to a track when I spit a lyric
Style so fat
Why you skinny like an anorexic?
I went through so much drama I can write
A book in how to deal with drama
Be the realest, ha, yeah, uh, uh
'Cause I'm the realest, ha, yeah, let it out
Check it
B Wise, my enterprise like Star Trek
Got niggas vexed 'cause I be
Fucking up they whole set, yeah
Niggas are pepped, my lyrics are their threat
So I can cease jet, C-H-I's the vet
Never forget the Houston Brommer
My whole death trap clique
Is smoking on Gonja
Be the realest, ha, yeah
'Cause I'm the realest, haha, yeah
I'm the real dawg, check it, be the realest
Be the realest, ha, yeah
(Give me a tingle of that)
'Cause I'm the realest, ha, yeah
Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Be the realest, ha, yeah
Notorious is glorious (Uh)
Niggas know who's the mind blower
The weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah
The rhyme flower (Uh)
BIG, top notch with the
Glock check your pockets (Uh)
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 (Uh, huh)
When I drove a Caddy and
My bitch sported finger waves (Uh)
Yeah, she had the Gucci boots
I had Sarducci suit's
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior MAFIA representing Bucktown
MAC-11 cocked back niggas better duck down
(yeah, uh)
Facedown you know the routine the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on be the realest, ha, yeah
I'm under pressure
The stress'll have me drinking
Thinkin niggas after me
Much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna
See me stackin Gs they after a player but I
Won't let 'em capture me
I got to thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep close my eyes
And see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide
My life's in danger
Rolling down the four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never
Know it 'till I'm gone
From out the gutter where
The jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary, let's get it on
Be the realest, haha, yeah, check it
'Cause I'm the realest, uh
Yeah, check that flow, haha
How long will it last? I wish it wasn't war
I know I got this feeling, make records
Save me to put me on
Some say ''War'' for writing rap songs
And by the way, I feel
The cigar won't last long, gotta be strong
Even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live the tip
Won't quit
Sometimes I try to borrow some loot
Motherfuckers be fun and think
They ass too cute and then they up the hand
Short arms and deep pockets
But a man'll see the hands
Stick out when I skyrocket
And get the prophet
Watch everything go in reverse
Nigga should've known from jump
For what it's worth
I give birth to a track when I spit a lyric
Style so fat
Why you skinny like an anorexic?
I went through so much drama I can write
A book in how to deal with drama
Be the realest, ha, yeah, uh, uh
'Cause I'm the realest, ha, yeah, let it out
Check it
B Wise, my enterprise like Star Trek
Got niggas vexed 'cause I be
Fucking up they whole set, yeah
Niggas are pepped, my lyrics are their threat
So I can cease jet, C-H-I's the vet
Never forget the Houston Brommer
My whole death trap clique
Is smoking on Gonja
Be the realest, ha, yeah
'Cause I'm the realest, haha, yeah
I'm the real dawg, check it, be the realest