Reality Check Part 1

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Reality Check Part 1

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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

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