Rapper Big Pooh Lyrics - Reality Check lyrics

Reality Check lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Big Dho:]
Aiyyo, Im fat than a muhfucker
Got light skin, so black than a muhfucker
Step outa line, get clapped lil muhfucker
I aint got a gun but stay strapped lil muhfucker
And I aint raising no guns my nigga
Nah, Im raising my sons
You fruit, you hot grapes, raisins in the sun
We not Broadway playing, you aint a gangster
Be a man and just stand up and just say it
Now see... now wasnt that easy?
You aint come home from the yard nigga, you aint DP
You aint made no Cash Money nigga, you aint Weezy
Saw the beef that you cook, nigga you aint greasy
But as for me, Im done with the thugging
Three kids to feed and plus the family got needs

[D. Black:]
Uh, this is big business here, you can front with us
And tighten the noose up and watch Black kick the chair
Its a suicide, its a suicide
Wait, run and tell these niggas who am I
I go by the name of Black, and on or off track
Man Im everything you are plus everyth ing you lack
Uh, Im younger, Im smarter, Im bigger, Im better
Im nitty, Im gritty, Im witty, Im clever
You cant fuck with me
I guess this industry is stuck with me
Im a cut above the rest like a buck fifty
Rocks a solo or a guest spot
Im on my game like Im standing on an Xbox
Fuck a rest stop, cruising on this road to riches
Hate me, like step pops I expose the bitches
Rate me, with Big Pop man Im one of the best
Think not, youre in need of a reality check, yes!

[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Uh, you know Im that cold
Frost bitten flow, rap with the glow
Piss it in the snow just to let em know
I dont act for show, Im through talking
I see-seep in this then niggas keep walking
I bite often, never quit barking
Up the wrong tree, from the top see Im stalking
Pause when I walk in, eyes on me
Im fresh from my braids to the recs on my feet
You lames cant keep up when I speak
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I sound so sheik/Sheek, no not The LOX
The key to the box, I keep it in my sock
I look to my flock and spread the word
They call me Shep cause the way I herd
Rappers absurd, Rapper got nerve
You carry-bun niggas better kick em to the curb
This is my word, my word is my bond
Stake in potatoes, yall niggas just flawn
And I dont know what type of shit you on
Im a king on the board and your ass is just a pawn

[Mykestro:]
Yeah, the masters been alarmed every ten years
These old niggas aint handing, passing their baton
Aint nothing sacrament, MC
Critics wanna negate the acronym, maximum exposure
Word is niggas cant rap in California
Regional rap, the normity casino went back
Im the unsung hero with the ego to match
No Evisal, just the easel, my cerebral is that
Intact, strapped, black as Don Chino, relax
Blondes, bilinguals, all kinds of PR trap
The deuce-deuce is offset and twenty-threes in the back
Yeah the calibres r im, Grim Reaper is black
The Benz sleeker but the six-forty viva is fly
Yall the meaningless, my Quentin Tarantino is vibe
Its un-TiVo-able, yall gon have to come see it to show
Stroll a much more meaningful flow
The best of both worlds, niggas aint believing me though
Like Im evenly cut, plus the game need police and not the pre-seen type
Yall niggas came to shoot the breeze, Im here to DC snipe
Yall cant see me, niggas call me League-League Myke
Yall niggas D-League nikes selling the seaweed raps
Im in the CD kipes, easy, through these mp3s I splice
Khrysis on the MPC like nice
Never heard a catalogue more catastrophic
Or more brash in topic selection
Forever out the box, but aint ever out the loot
Will I ever get my props for my efforts in the booth?
Only Lord knows as far as the law goes
At award shoes Im more chose with more flows to come