Reality Check Part 2

Lyrics

What it be like nigga
 Baby I see you nigga
 Weezy I see you too nigga
 Ya'll know what's up with me just like I know what's up wit ya'll
 Ya'll been through me just like I've been through ya'll nigga
 So you know I'm bout to check that ass
 Gotta check that ass
 I know you trying to feel where I've been
 Laid back, ducked off, paper chasing
 Ducking, dodging the pen
 On the road trying to make it shake
 Rap hustlin' from state to state
 I got cheddar to make
 Also got cash for days
 Pies to push, blocks to move
 Coke to sell 36 ounces for 22
 And I still got the block in me
 Glock with me, feds post up watching me
 Me and my clique got a shop
 Bust the game wide open
 Once it was down man you know we had to hold it
 All of the sudden niggaz head's start swelling
 Money, fame, and power turn niggaz heads to melons
 Mo money, mo feddy, mo niggaz got greedy
 Knowing I'ma piece of the puzzle that's needed
 How you gone not break bread with B. Geezy?
 Break bread with B. Geezy
 You don't want me to shine nigga
 That's why ya'll niggaz is jive niggaz
 Nothing but pretty-fine niggaz
 Don't make me grab that iron nigga
 Put it between ya eyes nigga
 Bring you on that dark side nigga
 Wayne you know you was mine nigga
 Way before Baby or Rabbit
 Nigga, B. Gizzle was yo' daddy
 You know I'll do you something nasty
 Leave your motherfuckin brains on the dash board of that G-Wagon
 It's bout to get ugly
 You pushed me to this point nigga
 Now you bout to get burnt nigga
 I'ma paint the real picture – bitch nigga
 You know Geezy was the G'est in the clique nigga
 Remember I used to come and getcha
 You remember begging Miss Cita to let me baby sit ya
 Dog your under me
 Your whole life you studied me
 Tryin to be one of me
 You ain't ready Dwayne Carter
 You let Baby put cables on you
 You a fish in shark infested water
 I feel sorry for your daughter
 Look what she's got... to call a father
 Whos gone get himself slaughtered
 This ain't even much the beginning
 Geezy ain't even got started
 Now hold up... say Bubba
 You going there with me?
 You know I know what's up
 From your office to house hold
 You know I know whats up
 From (?) and (?)
 Now do you wanna be exposed?
 You want me to spread the how low?
 And tell the world how it really go?
 You know I'm from Uptown nigga
 You know I'm the reason all them head bustas around nigga
 Cause you know you ain't down nigga
 You ain't ready to act a ass and straight clown nigga
 Look I'm the gangsta
 I'm the number one hot boy
 Don't make me spank ya
 If I catch you slipping
 In one of them whips in yours
 I'm gone pop a clip in and start spitting
 And anything that's in my target is getting hitting
 Anything that's in my target is getting hitting
 I'm too real nigga not to keep it real with me
 It's too much to be made, trying to steal from me
 All that shit bout
 "Long as you straight, I'm straight"
 All that talk
 "As long as you got, I got"
 That's dead weight, I need mine
 You say I got it dog, I got to see mine
 Man your kids eating good I got to feed mine
 Look you say I'm a druggy and I got weak mind
 It ain't your business if I spend it in a weeks time
 That's my issue nigga, so let me get it
 Won't you just cut that check and let me spend it
 Nigga won't you just cut that check and let me spend it
 You got yurn now why you holding mine?
 I'm a grown man I don't need you controlling mine
 You got yurn why you holding mine?
 You's a bitch, I don't need you controlling mine
 I help nigga make this bread, bigger that bread
 I can't get a sandwich that's how you gone play me
 Money will never come between a clique that's what you said
 Money freaked you out and went straight to your head
 You never thought the day come I'd be from under you Wayne
 You never thought the day come I'd be doing my thang
 Everything that goes up must come down
 Everything that goes round gotta come back round
 I'm telling you my nigga
 It don't pay at all to be a dog, ya'll gone have ya'll day
 But ya'lls gone come a little quicker
 You gone get your issue fucking with this nigga
 How you love that there huh?
 Straight reality check nigga
 Straight from Gizzle to you bitch made niggaz
 I can't believe you nigga
 Baby you bitch nigga
 Nigga I respected you, looked up to you nigga
 Like a big brother nigga, like a father figure nigga
 And you gone (?) on a nigga like that nigga
 But I ain't trippin' ya heard me
 Cause you know I'm a gangsta in the game nigga
 I'ma get me nigga, I'ma be alright nigga
 It's all gravy ya heard me
 And Weezy bitch... you know I related you nigga
 Come on now, don't play no games nigga
 Nigga you's a hoe, just like that
 Slim I see you nigga, it ain't you nigga
 It's your brother with that old shit
 Joe I see you nigga
 Fresh I see you nigga, I ain't trippin' ya heard me
 It's all good nigga, I still got that tattoo on my back
 I'm still bout my Cash Money nigga believe that
 Ya heard, I gotta wash my face every morning
 To look at this bitch ass niggaz name on my arm
 Man ain't that cold ya heard me
 But you gotta do the same thing too nigga
 Everytime you wash your face you gotta think of geezy nigga
 Just that like that nigga, fuck it I'm out here

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Song Details

Duration
05:54
Key
2
Tempo
172 BPM

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