Lyrics:
hollow
I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
My nigga young Lay
Hold it down
It's goin' down
Like Holyfield and Tyson
This is for them bitc ass hatas
I'm
snitchin', don't get caught slippin'
If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggas set-trippin'
watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal
Song Title: Reality Check
Written By: Moose
Produced By: DOPEBOYZ
Verse One: Can I Busta rhyme like Busta, can I get this shit poppen, and spinning
Cage)
Yea, now we running from the five-oh
Three-one-oh, now they running from the five-oh
Nine-seven-three, boy they running from the five-oh
and Chinx on that 9-5
For that loaf, took the oath and ima' die by
All red Maserati, tell them niggas catch up
From the bottom till' I got it
Tell them niggas
past a Nigga
9 times outta 10 if I ask he'll fib, I aint even gon ask the nigga
I Got rid of my hos, n replaced em with gold I done got a lil jazzy with
the truth)
Non greater N.O.VATA back for the first time
Burst rhymes with a passion
Like killers that thirst crime burst nines
You can tell by that very first
like for you?
Tired of the 9-5
Should've stayed my a** in school
College dropout
West how i’m breaking all the rules
Hoop dreams kept a n**** goin
Until
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Word bond
They know the different between Luke 9:50 and the whole book of 1 John
Watch the con, He's an artist
Makin you feel rabbit when you know
on the track
Hoes on my dick, Theres a auction on my sack
N you is not an option if ya profits outta wack
Cuz I’m
Too fly to be fuckin' with a weak bitch
Pass by
Hello from the other side
It's D-Y-N-E
Die die die
A man that can do both
Wrong or right
And be the victor by landslide
Majority rules on all
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And b****es clownin', cryin' and all
for comic relief
While nothing seems sacred, we still pray on our knees
N' throw down with recycling by the time you agree, you see
If by chance I
ninteen nintey nine
Mighty Healthy, wealthy for fine
Braveheart, veins, respect mines
Before the war happened we connect to your glass spines
And as we
whole fuckin click nigga, what the fuck you came for
I'm a ride with ya, or die with ya
Fuck it, we came this far, I ain't leavin without ya
Mr. magic
Yeah, nuski n dis bitch, you know what the fuck going on, nigga
Whole lotta KGN shit, nigga
You know what the fuck going on
Back in that mood,
You been working your whole life, I just spent $200,000 dollars.
On the mothafuckin' coupe
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my
They tell me keep going
Bat wings when I fly
I'm going up!
Chrome Hearts when I die
Don't let flowers arrive
Black cross by my head
Let the angels
was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
Then on Tuesday night,
Just understand the whole shit son why'know why'know
It's too much doodoo over here there's doodoo over there
KnowhatI'msayin? Get with
pinching forreal
You hit my line I decline like u did in my cell
Can't waste my time how she riding and she flatting the wheels
I gotta dime he gotta nine
Wake up and I see crime
All of us we on it's eat time
My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
At the same time, throwing B signs
Throwing 'em back
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