Currently Listening Livin' Legend By B.G. Reality Check pt.2 see related

B.G. - Reality Check

[B.G. talking]
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

[B.G.]
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

[B.G. talking]
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

DMX - Aint No Sunshine

It's dark and hell is hot

Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don't play

"Who turned out the lights?"
Is what niggaz be sayin'
Now you don't wanna fight
But ya niggaz be playin'
Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road
And you gonna know the night
When you layin in that cold
Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave
Now it's all over
Preacher said "You was brave"
But now it's all over
You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to
(*boom*) Ain't no savin 'you
No matter how many tears your moms' cried
Ain't gon bring your ass back
Plus in hell, you gon fry
Why? But now the only 2 releative questions
Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?"
Either way, you up out of here for good
Now when niggaz mention you name
They knockin' on wood
Did I, get my, point across?
Another body on the shotte
Another joint I toss

[Chorus]
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don't play [Repeat 4x]

There ain't no sunshine
When the Dark Man comes out
And I want mine
So I plan to keep my gun out
We got four 9's
So niggaz run in and run out
But I bust mine
Cuz I'd like to hear some shots
+Get At Me Dog+ niggaz know how its goin dizzy
When it comes to that flow, I gets busy
Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown
(GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone
Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you
You hear strike 1, talkin' shit, strike 2
Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair
I'ma look you in your eye
While he hit you from the rear
Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin'"
The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin'
You was ballin' a minute ago
In it for dough
Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know"

[Chorus]

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Whatchu think you gon get
Fuck around with my dough
Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show
One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go
Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek
But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit
Damn right I can finish shit
If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine
But you be blind, i'll do it 360, come up from behind
Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin' around
Hit you with somethin' that i'll have you burin' the ground
Be like "Damn ain't nothin' left of money, but a pile of ash"
Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts
Cuz you know ain't got much longer to go
The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow
When niggaz know I don't give a FUCK, right or wrong
There ain't no sunshine when it's on

[Chorus]

Currently Listening Chopper City By The B.G. Wheel Chairs see related

B.G. - Wheel Chairs

[Baby]
Too many playa hatin niggas in this world

[the B.G.]
That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl

[Baby]
Keep my nina for self protection

[the B.G.]
Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin

[Baby]
I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see
And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G.
Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep
4 deep in the black on black Caprice

[B.G.]
Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper
Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz
My people say it's a shame
They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game
I'm a ducht taper
I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez
I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose
And out your yay, I'll rape ya
But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya
Ain't that cold
If ya got it hide, on the real
Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill
Causin homicides, that's the deal
I'm bringin what a nigga feel
Caps get peeled

[Chorus]2x

[Ms. Tee]
Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is

[B.G.]
T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers
9 millimeters, glock, pump
Ride guns, all that start funk

[Mannie Fresh]
Look out you bitch, you

[B.G.]
Watch out for 2 twos

[Mannie]
Automatics, with the static that ya talkin
Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes
>From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me
Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars
With shit bags attached to they drawers
Take this time to pause
For the not so lucky
Weak like a sick puppy
Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it
Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake
Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake
Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint
Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin
If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin
Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin
Cause I done killed mo' niggas than cancer
Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer

[B.G.]
Nigga, A

[Mannie]
Are you faster than a gun?

[B.G.]
Nigga, B

[Mannie]
Will I shoot ya if ya run?

[B.G.
Nigga, C

[Mannie]
I ain't showin no love

[B.G.]
Nigga, D

[Mannie]
All tha motherfuckin above

[Chorus]2x

[B.G.]
Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect
Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set
Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin
When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin
Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away
But they can't get away from this K, nigga I don't play
V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies
All us night creepers, actin silly
Dirty 30's, AR-15's
Nose dirty, totin uzi machines
Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi
Real niggas off Valence street
Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P.
All them niggas down wit me
L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley
Popeye and my nigga Larry
So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees
Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys
I'll put your face on a fresh T
If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's
'Cause I'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work
Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt
I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin
Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin
They doin, but Uptown doin that
Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back
Pussy, got rolled on round
I mean rolled on round

[Chorus]2x