[Intro: Trapp & The Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uh, yeah (Give me a tingle of that)
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Be the realest, ha, yeah (Give me a tingle of that)
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‘Cause Im the realest, ha, yeah
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Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk
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We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
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Be the realest, ha, yeah
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Notorious is glorious (Uh)
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[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G. & Trapp]
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Niggas know whos the mind blower, the weed grower
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Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower (Uh)
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B.I.G., top notch with the Glock check your pockets (Uh)
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And your sockets, just the way my pops taught me
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When you throw the drop check em thoroughly
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The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
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And dead niggas dont make no moves
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When Im slingin in the hood I dont fake no moves, aight
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Reminiscing on my swingin days (Uh-huh)
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When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves (Uh)
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Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Sarducci suits
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Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. representing Bucktown
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MAC-11 cocked back niggas better duck down (Yeah, uh)
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Facedown you know the routine the cream
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Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring, lets get it on
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Be the realest, ha, yeah
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[Verse 2: 2Pac]
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Im under pressure, the stressll have me drinking
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Thinkin niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
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Wonder why the police dont wanna see me stackin Gs
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They after a player but I wont let em capture me
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I got to thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
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I cant sleep close my eyes and see wicked demons
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I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
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Preoccupied with homocide, my lifes in danger
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Rolling down the four-five beware of stangers
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Hand on my .45, thats what the fame does
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Im probably wrong but Ill never know it till Im gone
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From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
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Pass the weed, let that Hennessey get to me
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Before the penitentiary, lets get it on
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[Chorus: Trapp]
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Be the realest, haha, yeah, check it
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‘Cause Im the realest, uh, yeah, check that flow, haha
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[Verse 3: Trapp]
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How long will it last? I wish it wasnt war
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I know I got this feeling, make records, save me to put me on
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Some say ”War” for writing rap songs
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And by the way, I feel the cigar wont last long, gotta be strong
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Even though my life aint shit, huh
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Hoping and praying to live the tip
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Wont quit, sometimes I try to borrow some loot
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Motherfuckers be fun and think they ass too cute
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And then they up the hand, short arms and deep pockets
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But a manll see the hands stick out when I skyrocket
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And get the prophet, watch everything go in reverse
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Nigga shouldve known from jump for what its worth
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I give birth to a track when I spit a lyric
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Style so fat, why you skinny like an anorexic?
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I went through so much drama I can write a book in how to deal with drama
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[Chorus: Trapp]
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Be the realest, ha, yeah, uh, uh
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‘Cause Im the realest, ha, yeah, let it out, check it
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[Verse 4: Trapp]
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B-Wise, my enterprise like Star Trek
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Got niggas vexed cause I be fucking up they whole set, yeah
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Niggas are pepped, my lyrics are their threat
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So I can cease jet, C-H-Is the vet
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Never forget the Houston Brommer, my whole death trap clique is smoking on Gonja
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[Chorus: Trapp]
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Be the realest, ha, yeah
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‘Cause Im the realest, haha, yeah
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Im the real dawg, check it, be the realest
