Paroles de la musique "Be The Realist" par 50 Cent

[Intro| Trapp & The Notorious B.I.G.] 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) [Verse 1| Notorious B.I.G. & Trapp] Niggas know who's the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower (Uh) B.I.G., 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 suits Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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 [Verse 2| 2Pac] 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 [Chorus| Trapp] Be the realest, haha, yeah, check it 'Cause I'm the realest, uh, yeah, check that flow, haha [Verse 3| Trapp] 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 [Chorus| Trapp] Be the realest, ha, yeah, uh, uh 'Cause I'm the realest, ha, yeah, let it out, check it [Verse 4| Trapp] 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 [Chorus| Trapp] Be the realest, ha, yeah 'Cause I'm the realest, haha, yeah I'm the real dawg, check it, be the realest