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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
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Peak #2,494
Peak in subgenre #362
Author
Written by Ibe Wazir & Crazy J
Uploaded
January 07, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48
Lyrics
(Yeah) Yeah
(It's Crazy J) The-th-th-th-th-the, y'all know who it is (Uh huh)
Bridge:
Dem haters, dem haters
You know we hate dem haters don't ya?
(Oh yeah) Damn right we do (Yeah) Huh Crazy?
(We don't like 'em at all dogg) Tell 'em
(Bridge)
(Whoo) We gonna go ahead and break it down one time for these suckas (Yeah, cause it's hot like that) Like this
Chorus:
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
Go ahead J, show 'em we nuttin' to play wit
Verse 1: (Crazy J)
I'm tired of fake rappers talkin sh** behind my back
Sayin' that I'm whack, and that I can't rap
Well here's a provin' fact
If you f** s are movin' then I'm movin' back
And there's a lot of truth in that
So go ahead and make your move, and I'll make mine
I got 16 bars that says I'm gonna shine
Because I'm a lyricist on The Realist sh**
Like him or not, you know that we're f*** in' feelin' this
Because we're killin' this, we're f*** in' drillin' these beats
You haters wanna learn? I guess we willing to teach
Just with my speech, I'll leave your ass dead on the beach
If you f*** in' with me, you gonna meet defeat
So now do you haters get the big picture?
No matter how hard you tried we out did ya
No matter how good you are my boy out spit ya
It's Crazy J, and I will rid ya of this game
When it comes to rap haters are just a shame
And Crazy J can't be tamed, I'm a beast
Gimme your girl, I'll give your girl a taste of me
Yeah the other white meat
Chorus:
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
Go ahead Ibe, show 'em we nuttin' to play wit
Verse 2: (The Realist)
You got a gun? n*** I can cock-a-noodle too
If I do, then you snooze, f*** a cock-a-doodle-doo
To whoever chooses to lose his career
F*** in' wit The Realist, Ibe Wazir
Real name, no gimmicks, in the game to win it
I'm hot right now, get the track and spin it
So I can, heat it up, straight, beat it up
Like a b*** on the corner, needin' a cut
I'm aimin' heavy artillery straight from the shoulders
Comin' at me, you got bigger balls than boulders
I'll show ya, I'm a f*** in' soldier boy
I don't know what them other n*** z told ya boy
But you're bound to find out, I hope you learn quicker
Than a b*** runnin' his lips, blame it on the liquor
From here on out what I say is right, you're wrong
Sit back, relax, write your song
And come back, but lets put down the microphone
I'll smoke you like weed in my pipe or bong
And you know I gets down, smoke all night long
Pimpin's easy now, they all like chrome
When tomorrow comes, don't call my phone
Tryna suck up, sucka, stupid motha f*** a
You're too slow to even duck the fists
So listen up, last time, you can't f*** with this, n***
Chorus:
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
Dem haters, on some fake sh**
They gon' hate this, cause we gon' make it
(Bridge)
(Repeat)
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