Be the Realist

[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