Be The Realist
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๐ Lyrics
Hu, yeah
Be the realist
Hu, yeah
Cuz im the realist
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed 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 niggaz 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 bitch 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 weed and a nigga 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 motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed 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 im the realist
Be the realist
Hu, yeah
Cuz im the realist
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed 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 niggaz 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 bitch 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 weed and a nigga 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 motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed 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 im the realist
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.56] Hu, yeah
[00:04.50] Be the realist
[00:06.07] Hu, yeah
[00:09.63] Cuz im the realist
[00:11.60] Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
[00:14.47] Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
[00:17.05] Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
[00:24.02] Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
[00:26.80] B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
[00:29.75] And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me
[00:32.41] When you throw the drop check em throughly
[00:34.08] The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
[00:36.71] And dead niggaz don't make no moves
[00:38.67] When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
[00:41.68] Reminiscin on my swingin days
[00:43.49] When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
[00:46.17] Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
[00:48.70] Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
[00:51.63] Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
[00:54.41] Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
[00:57.51] Face down you know the routine the cream
[00:59.38] Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
[01:01.50] (Be the realist)
[01:02.25] Let's get it on
[01:02.95] Hu, yeah
[01:04.95] I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
[01:07.95] Thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
[01:10.38] Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
[01:13.12] They after a playa but I won't let em capture me
[01:15.62] I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nigga team
[01:18.73] I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams
[01:21.18] I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
[01:24.13] Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
[01:26.70] Rollin down a 45 beware of stangers
[01:29.22] Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
[01:32.33] I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
[01:34.68] From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam
[01:37.37] Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
[01:39.75] Before the penitentiary (Be the realist)
[01:42.29] Let's get it on!!
[01:43.53] Hu, yeah
[01:45.47] Chek it
[01:46.56] Be the realist
[01:48.15] Hu, yeah
[01:52.03] Cuz im the realist
[01:53.05]
[00:04.50] Be the realist
[00:06.07] Hu, yeah
[00:09.63] Cuz im the realist
[00:11.60] Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
[00:14.47] Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
[00:17.05] Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
[00:24.02] Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
[00:26.80] B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
[00:29.75] And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me
[00:32.41] When you throw the drop check em throughly
[00:34.08] The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
[00:36.71] And dead niggaz don't make no moves
[00:38.67] When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
[00:41.68] Reminiscin on my swingin days
[00:43.49] When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
[00:46.17] Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
[00:48.70] Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
[00:51.63] Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
[00:54.41] Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
[00:57.51] Face down you know the routine the cream
[00:59.38] Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
[01:01.50] (Be the realist)
[01:02.25] Let's get it on
[01:02.95] Hu, yeah
[01:04.95] I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
[01:07.95] Thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
[01:10.38] Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
[01:13.12] They after a playa but I won't let em capture me
[01:15.62] I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nigga team
[01:18.73] I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams
[01:21.18] I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
[01:24.13] Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
[01:26.70] Rollin down a 45 beware of stangers
[01:29.22] Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
[01:32.33] I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
[01:34.68] From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam
[01:37.37] Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
[01:39.75] Before the penitentiary (Be the realist)
[01:42.29] Let's get it on!!
[01:43.53] Hu, yeah
[01:45.47] Chek it
[01:46.56] Be the realist
[01:48.15] Hu, yeah
[01:52.03] Cuz im the realist
[01:53.05]