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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,722
Peak in subgenre #709
Author
Written by Ibe Wazir
Uploaded
August 26, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:57
Lyrics
Chorus:
Yo DJ, go ahead and cut the beat
Let these n*** z know, y’all can’t f*** wit me
And that’s real, that’s real, that’s real, that’s real
(Repeat)
Verse 1:
I don’t know who butter you up, thinkin’ you hot
Cause if you ask me, I’ll tell you straight up, you’re not
You need to keep all that bull sh** you say on lock
Bring that sh** around me, and your ass will drop
And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout b*** es shakin’ ass in da club
I’m talkin’ ‘bout stompin’ a n*** ’s face in the mud
Underestimating me cause I don’t bust no guns
I’ll knock your f*** in’ teeth out and bust your gums
Come test me, I’ll show you how I got my name
This is real sh** , y’all need to quit playin’ the game
Whatever it is you’re doin’, the sh** ain’t working
Y’all keep actin’, and I’ma have to close the curtains
Start my own show, but this ain’t no movie
Not even Ludacris and Mystikal can move me
So back the f*** up when you see me comin’
I’m a Stone Cold n*** and I’m steadily stunnin’
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
I never been to the pen, never been layed out
Never been shot up, never been played out
And I mean that musically
I’ma go back to what hip hop used to be
n*** z hustled hard and spit about it, tryna come up
And if somebody tried to stop ‘em, they got done up
I still got a way to go to reachin’ my goal
But I know I’ma make it cause I’m speakin’ my soul
And my mind, at the same time, both combined
And if they “Ask About Me,” tell ‘em I’m fine
I’m just chillin’ like a villain, or wheelin’ and dealin’
Stackin’ up thousands, fulfilling the feelin’
Of what it’s like to have white boy money
I got the hook up, so I pop off quarters for 20
You lookin’ for that sticky, you know who to call
Ain’t nobody else out there can f*** wit me dogg
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
All my real motha f*** as, put your hands in the air
And wave ‘em all around like you just don’t care
It’s time to party up, hope you came prepared
Cause I brought my doggs with me, so you betta beware
We ain’t scared of nobody tryna bring the beef
We on fire, so you n*** z betta bring the heat
If you want some, catch me on Odell street
Look for the car bumpin’ that Cassidy beat
There might be one head, or maybe some more
But the war is on soon as I touch the floor
And I ain’t punkin’ you motha f*** as out no mo
I’ll hit your ass up and know you outta your clothes
That’s how it’s gonna be, all my talkin’ done
I’m holdin’ this sh** down now, where I’m from
I’m now strictly business, f*** havin’ fun
This money feels so good, it’s makin’ me cum
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
