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歌詞
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 the realist
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 the realist
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