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JUVENILE lyrics - Reality Check

Say It To Me Now

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[Chorus - 2X] Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now [Juvenile] It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin' Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane That nigga fathered you then manipulated your mind And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind But then you woke up, and realized he was takin' your shine And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya? You can never point the finger at me, playa you stayed when I left I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say You coulda came and testified for my trial But you had more love for Slim and Baby than you had for 'Nile I didn't hate, I just moved on Now that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong? [Chorus - 2X] Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now [Juvenile] He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich He gon' be just like (?), he ain't accountin' for shit Ridin' around in the six, mamma still live in the bricks Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door We from the ghetto so they find choppers and glocks on the floor I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy? I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed I'm God's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that I don't even hear him to record that, I'm doin' me We independent, ain't no middle man Either get the business right or get the business in your brain Play your hand [Chorus - 2X] Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Haters steady hear your name, runnin' they mouth But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain "Forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us Lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil..." [Juvenile] Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history (It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason Cherish your life for every moment you breathin') But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em (No man can judge you) But they askin' if I could save 'em (You must first save yourself) I'm the subject of conversation (Worry about no one) I'm knowin' that I could take 'em (Have faith in me) [Chorus - 2X] Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth But don't know a damn thing 'bout the game And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

Mascara

KILLING HEIDI "Reflector"
Intro: Dom Pachino (Killa Sin) The cook out yo everybody's invited only the righteous shit (only the righteousness open the bowl kid) the god degree (nothing but righteousness) the seeds (and uplefted) yo check it (word up kid for real) (it's a family thing celebrate this shit) [Dom Pachino] it's the big day rally with gods cars parked up in the driveway in the trenches with the suspenses got to make a few stops get some shit from the pit stop build with the god ree he's on the block we did our bid together on the sixth building smoked shit at rec time to keep our mind's filled in spoke to killa sin on the bowl phone wanted me to scoop him right quick, before we zoned hit downtown medina, my spot's blown killarmy in your galaxy, the gods is known from war poems to shattering bones and star domes zone off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd home to the cook out, digital phonebook out on the look out for the girl scout with a cookie out, snatch killa up i-95, he knew the route unified a buck, in a war truck the god rolling up as usual new l.p. shaking the rear view slowly approaching the gate smelling the god degree to see my fam together as one, it makes me happy Chorus: Beretta 9 (2x) Events like this keep my family tight despite the mics, great minds think alike we ayalite, be a life, so, we could see the lights recite from the book of life, the book of life [Islord] aiyyo, to be exact, it's the god dead, a monk nice and hot, fastest ass on the block that's what we peeped out coming through with some phat shit to smoke out on our way to the big day, where our whole family's at from the grandmas down to the stars parlaying and having a fantastic time hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my dome peace with the gods niece that i knew back from knowledge culture knowledge apartment 3-g, sitting back with me gradually, analyzing the sunshine over the family and the seeds growing up tremendously fast right before your eyes next thing you know they on size [Killa Sin] all my life a waited for this, a day of pure bliss celebrate it with a kiss, twist a daq' a reminise way back, to the broke days, rocking prokays that was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay damn, i used to love her like common not enough to understand the bond between woman and a man when i hunger, i guess because i was younger back then plus the fact i wasn't packing no meat a litte fat kid, hungry for some action daily so i played laser tag with real gats suicide perhaps a skully by the black fence intense, my mind flashed a dipped in '96 yo, i'm on now, soldiers of the dark', underground hit plus some shit, regardless, i made it that way growing from the earth like a garden sarving no more this kid is famished awaiting for the day that me established the festival of the gods and the planets, we planning understanding god damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered with landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the grass singer foul, form a line for this fool, settle down for there's a jewel in the stash (Chorus: 2x) Outro: Beretta 9 Kid, word up

Priesthood

Killah Priest
Intro: Killa Sin P.R. Terrrorist Yeah yeah one two check it out yo 5 stages of consciousness right here You got your conscious yeah know I'mean word up You got your sub conscious You got your super conscious You got your magnetic conscious *Various talk by both* [Killa Sin] Yo I forever stay ready dunn money run gun under the pelly kind of heavy Pretty pearl tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waist None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did Perhaps you've got a tab on the line and I aint got no time for no bid See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, i'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [P.R. Terrrorist] Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror Killarmy running through your whole fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed [Beretta 9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains Took to much time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and emotion The aquizations to control my infinite devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots My dude is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would begin to strike I waste no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting We actually run this shit and defend *martial art sample* [Islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats Fuck the judges, cause they dont give two shits about us Black man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be specific [9th Prince] The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils Ceased the rebel and broke the god down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, Four niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head And watch your brains explode [Shogun Assasson] Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like coccaine Rebel dope that numbs your brain Like a shot of novacainne In your death you will feel no pain I should teach you with my sword And the clip was poisonous Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continousCause I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual fact be the proof The youth be the proof And the elders be the roots I stand solid, under firment This black man be the garment intelligent These be the word's for my testament Writen documents of the thought That makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops Mother fuckers

5 Stages Of Consciousness

Killarmy "Dirty Weaponry"
Intro: Killa Sin, P.R. Terrrorist Yeah, yeah, one, two, check it out, yo 5 stages of consciousness right here You got your conscious, yeah know I'mean, word up You got your sub-conscious You got your super-conscious You got your magnetic-conscious *Various talk by both* [Killa Sin] Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waist None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did Perhaps you've got a child on the line and I got time for no pen See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, i'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [P.R. Terrrorist] Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror Killarmy running through your whole fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed [Beretta 9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains Took to much time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and emotion The aquizations to control my infinite devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots My dude is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would begin to strike I waste no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting We actually run this shit and defend *martial art sample* [Islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats Fuck the judges, cause they dont give two shits about us Black man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be specific [9th Prince] The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils Ceased the rebel and broke the god down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, Four niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head And watch your brains explode [Shogun Assasson] Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like coccaine Rebel dope that numbs your brain Like a shot of novacainne In your death you will feel no pain I should teach you with my sword And the clip was poisonous Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continousCause I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual fact be the proof The youth be the proof And the elders be the roots I stand solid, under firment This black man be the garment intelligent These be the word's for my testament Writen documents of the thought That makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops Mother fuckers

Dessert For Thought

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst"
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ like Now niggas wanna look like women Tight pants, costume jewels I guess their CEO might bend 'em God bless Pac, but they ain't got thug like feelings God bless Big, but they don't know the every day struggle I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubbling, you bubble gum Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome And if they lyrical then what the fuck am I? The maker of miracles, every couple of lines Parallel lines in my soul in my mind Make the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme Use respect, and I'm spectacular Audio fucking up your cardiovascular Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch Burn you in your car and your house is the shit Don't ever say you hard if I ain't bout for the shit [Pusha T:] It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory The engines too loud, these haters can't ignore me Feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit Made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit Reality TV, before Survivor bitch Yuuuck, put our lives on display Who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden:] If my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught A lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn for I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for? I got decade old wounds that are still bleeding That chapter of my life is closed, yet y'all still read it Straight face on, pretending to feel decent Casket shopping for a loved one that is still breathing Swear that shit got in the way of Summer Avoiding calendars, since all your days were numbered Laid out in the bed, can barely sit up Those were your last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is liquor I'm talkin phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up I know you in a better place and that joy is felt I learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail You would be proud, I'm due to be caked up Wanna make your dreams come true? Gotta wake up Groupie niggas I don't see how you deal with it Broke and starving, but clinging to your Meal Ticket Broke hustlers debate that trash Back and forth to they vacant stash Still in all I know a few that'll make that cash Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast Y'all should treat me like royalty Last of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty Careful, that bitch shit'll rub off Me, I'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut off Long winded, be patient enough to hear 'em I'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'em But know before you swallow it up Food for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up

Fake Ass Bitches

2PAC "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)"
[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches What the fuck you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his dick and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherfuckin priveledge So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherfucking mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless. But we gonna kick this shit like this here) [Chorus: 2Pac] I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches [repeat 2X] Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy Broke hoes runnin round yellin 'Gimme!' I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherfuckin hoes at Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh you sleep on that there, it's like [Chorus 2X] Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass You old fake ass nigga Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherfuckin grape Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch I can see right through your flower ass Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' but we gonna do this shit Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single fake ass bitch out there And there's plenty of em You probably got one sittin next to you right now Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

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