Lyrics Reality Check Pt. 2 - B.G.
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
1 F**k U (Intro)
2 Clean Up Man, Pt. 2
3 I Keep It Gangsta
4 Hottest Of The Hot
5 The Club Scene (skit)
6 Real N****s and Real Bitches
7 Do What You Do
8 R.i.p.
9 My Son And Daughter
10 Just Like That
11 Shoot'em Up And Bang Bang
12 Reality Check Pt. 2
13 Hottest Of The Hot - Michael 'Beat-N-Azz' Crooms Remix
14 Keep It Real
15 Bling Bling Slim
16 That's What I Want
17 Fuck That Shit
18 For Tha Money
19 Jack Who? Take What?
20 Thought I Was Gone
21 Been Doin This
22 Catch The Wall
23 Replacement Killers
24 In The Hood
25 The Second Line
26 U Not My Dog
27 However U Want It
28 Throw Your Hands Up
29 Reality Check
30 Hottest of the Hot (Clinton Sparks Remix)
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