Hu yeah

Be the realist

Hu yeah

Cuz I'm the realist

Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to

Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious

N***az now who's the mind blower the w**d grower

Have you seeing doubles like Noah the rhyme flower

B I G top notch with the glock check your pockets

And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me

When you throw the drop check em throughly

The bastard might spin around and try to bury me

And dead n***az don't make no moves

When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight

Reminiscin on my swingin days

When I drove a Caddy and my b***h sported finger waves

Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits

Oshkosh begosh Coca Cola lookin real cute

Junior M A F I A representin Bucktown

Mac 11 cocked back n***az better duck down

Face down you know the routine the cream

Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring

Be the realist

Let's get it on

Hu yeah

I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin

Thinkin n***az after me much too paranoid to blink

Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's

They after a playa but I won't let em capture me

I gotta thank the lord for the w**d and a n***a team

I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams

I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber

Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger

Rollin down a 45 beware of stangers

Hand on my 4 5 that's what the fame does

I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone

From out the ghetto where the jealous motherf**kers roam

Pass the w**d let that Hennessey get to me

Before the penitentiary

Be the realist

Let's get it on

Hu yeah

Chek it

Be the realist

Hu yeah

Cuz I'm th