Bars N Hooks - Reality Check lyrics

[Hook: Mike Delorean] We like crabs in a bucket, f** it I said the rain gon come n***a you can't duck it Reality's a motherf**er, tell me if you feel it Can you survive through experience [Verse 1: Mike Delorean] It's QB, 96 buildings, 6 blocks 500 n***as pump 58 cops 3 liquor stores, 3 laundries, 1 clinic 7 different entrepreneurs who run business Between the neighborhood bodegas, the bootlegger The candy store's the crack spot but that ain't nothing major And does who pa** by the laundry is where the narcs be Running up on n***as, seeing if they drawers clean But still, b**hes get pregnant at some day 85% of them keep it, don't sweat it And 85% of the fathers don't regret it And ain't there, won't never will be, don't care Through the year 50 n***as got shot, stabbed and shot up Banned from the hood, kicked out, dead or locked up And 60 n***as secretly indicted Cause that snitch name London wearing wires Now 20 n***as copped out, 11 n***as lose trails 7 n***as hung it up, and 2 n***as beat it up And 3 of my n***as died on the streets And the rest of them is N.O.R.E 2800 apartments, 2800 stoves Half for the big dinners, half for the big O's 6 floors to a building, 5 doors on each floor Some of them shot open, most of them kicked off 3 kids to a crib, and most of them poor Some of them have 5, my mother have 4 10 fiends to a building, a few on each floor Some smoking their pipes, some sniffin' their raw When I was young I used to think I've seen it all But experience to k** a motherf**er who ain't strong Most of my friends locked up, most of them gone But doggie I pray to God, when we ain't ? for long [Hook] [Verse 2: Mr. Bars] QB, 96 buildings, 6 blocks Same hood as the Mobb, Mega, Nature and Nas MC Shan, Craig G and Marley And the real Roxanne Shanté is from QB But every man is for they self, it is no unity Which makes it difficult for there to be you and me Ron Artest made it to the NBA And we used to play together, back in the days Baby Sham doing his things with Flipmode My young n***as hustlin now on the brick hole Still I might move to PA to get away from this jail Cell I'm trapped in until this day When Bobby get relocated, Smurf retired Now Sweaty Joe is the head of the Narcotics Book him, always try to book n***as for no reasons So when I see him without that badge, I'm gon see him J-Roc and Black been down for some time They had the strip click and all on the 40th side And Ty got hit with a 12 to 25 Pa**ed out in the court room, and make things live man sh** is ridiculous, n***as get tickets for ? and bigger ? Baby father is locked up for hustling to feed his kids Crack, coke, weed, though, whatever is gonna bring the chips It's like a psycho how we see the pens And you won't get to see your friend until y'all meet again