B.G. - Reality Check lyrics

* send corrections to the typist [B.G. talking] What it be like n***a Baby I see you n***a Weezy I see you too n***a 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 n***a So you know I'm bout to check that a** Gotta check that a** [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 n***az head's start swelling Money, fame, and power turn n***az heads to melons Mo money, mo feddy, mo n***az 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 n***a That's why ya'll n***az is jive n***az Nothing but pretty-fine n***az Don't make me grab that iron n***a Put it between ya eyes n***a Bring you on that dark side n***a Wayne you know you was mine n***a Way before Baby or Rabbit n***a, B. Gizzle was yo' daddy You know I'll do you something nasty Leave your motherf**in brains on the dash board of that G-Wagon It's bout to get ugly You pushed me to this point n***a Now you bout to get burnt n***a I'ma paint the real picture – b**h n***a You know Geezy was the G'est in the clique n***a 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 n***a You know I'm the reason all them head bustas around n***a Cause you know you ain't down n***a You ain't ready to act a a** and straight clown n***a 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 n***a not to keep it real with me It's too much to be made, trying to steal from me All that sh** 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 n***a, so let me get it Won't you just cut that check and let me spend it n***a 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 b**h, I don't need you controlling mine I help n***a 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 n***a 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 f**ing with this n***a [B.G. talking] How you love that there huh? Straight reality check n***a Straight from Gizzle to you b**h made n***az I can't believe you n***a Baby you b**h n***a n***a I respected you, looked up to you n***a Like a big brother n***a, like a father figure n***a And you gone (?) on a n***a like that n***a But I ain't trippin' ya heard me Cause you know I'm a gangsta in the game n***a I'ma get me n***a, I'ma be alright n***a It's all gravy ya heard me And Weezy b**h…you know I related you n***a Come on now, don't play no games n***a n***a you's a hoe, just like that Slim I see you n***a, it ain't you n***a It's your brother with that old sh** Joe I see you n***a Fresh I see you n***a, I ain't trippin' ya heard me It's all good n***a, I still got that tattoo on my back I'm still bout my Cash Money n***a believe that Ya heard, I gotta wash my face every morning To look at this b**h a** n***az name on my arm Man ain't that cold ya heard me But you gotta do the same thing too n***a Everytime you wash your face you gotta think of geezy n***a Just that like that n***a, f** it I'm out here