B.G. - Reality Check Part 2 lyrics

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[B.G. talking]

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

[B.G.]

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

[B.G. talking]

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