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[Intro]
Uh Ohhh
It's about to get ugly
It's about to get real, real, real ugly in this motherfucker
Yeah
Nigga call they-self droppin' they nuts on me
Not me
Gizzle?, Geezy?
Boy you got the game fucked up, y'all niggas know my background
Y'all niggas know what's really goin' on
Y'all niggas what's happenin' wit me
They gon' play wit me, man come on man
I'm 'bout to bring it all the way out there
Look
[Verse]
I know you tryna figure where I been
Laid back, ducked off, paper chasin'
Duckin', dodgin' the pen
On the road trying to make it shake
Rap hustlin' from state to state
I got cheddar to make
And also got cake for days
Pies to push, blocks to move
Coke to sell 36 ounces for 22
Nigga I still got the block in me
Glock wit me, feds post up watchin' me
Me and my clique got a shot
Bust the game wide open
Once it was down nigga, you know we had to hold it
All of a sudden niggas heads turm to melons
Money, fame, and power had niggas heads swellin'
Mo money, mo feddy, mo niggas got greedy
Knowing I'ma piece of the puzzle that's needed
How you gon' not break bread with B. Geezy?
Break bread with B. Geezy
Y'LL don't want me to shine nigga
Your Sqad niggas is jive niggas
Nuttin' but pretty-fine niggas
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 sumthin' 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 get'cha
No disrespect, you remember beggin' Miss Cita to let me baby sit ya
Nigga your under me
All your life ya studied me
Tryna be one of me
You ain't ready Dwayne Carter
You don' let Baby put cables on you
You a fish in shark infested water
I feel sorry for your daughter
She got a scary coward fake duck ass nigga for a father
Who gon' get his-self slaughtered
'Cause this ain't even the beginnin'
Geezy ain't even got started
Hold up…say Bubba
I know you ain't goin' there with me, not me
You know I know what's up
From your office to house hold
You know I know what's up
From (?) to (?)
Now do you wanna be exposed?
You want me to spread the hot load
And tell the world how it really go?
You know I'm from Uptown nigga
And you know I brought all them head bustas around nigga
'Cause you know you ain't down nigga
You know you ain't ready to straight up clown nigga
Man I'm the gangsta
I'm the motherfuckin' real nigga, nigga
You better thank me 'cause I don't thank you
I'ma fuck around, cock this thing back and straight spank you
If I catch you slippin'
In one of them whips in yours nigga
I'ma pop the clip in and start spittin'
Yeah, better believe that nigga
I'm too real for nigga not to keep it real with me
It's too much to be made for nigga ta try to steal from me
All that shit bout
"Long as you straight, I'm straight"
All that talk
"Long as you got, I got"
That's dead weight, I need mine
You say I got it dog, I got to see mine
Your kids eatin' good I got to feed mine
You say I'm a druggin' 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
Dog just cut that check and let me spend it
I ain't trippin' on you, stop trippin' on me nigga
'Cause stop holdin' your nuts and your dick on me nigga
Before they find you stretched out in the streets nigga
Got yurn, why you holdin' mine?
I'ma grown man I don't need you controllin' mine
You got yurn nigga, why you holdin' mine?
You's a bitch, I don't need you controllin' mine
[Outro]
Fuck
It's like that nigga
You niggas don' brought me all the way out there
So now I'm out c'here
I'ma be out c'here nigga
I'ma show you the real definition of beef nigga
I'm on the field now
It's 'bout to get real now
Somebody gon' get killed now, yeah
Catch one of you bitch ass niggas slippin' and your done diggity, done da daaa
I'ma leave it like that ???? right, you heard me
I ain't finished
I'ma let my dog cut loose
Attention!
Reality check
Reality Check Part 1 was written by B.G..
B.G. released Reality Check Part 1 on Tue Feb 25 2003.