Recognize n Realize

[Hook: U.G. and (Kool G Rap) What's the deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize How you feel? Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize What's the deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize How you feel? Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize U.G., let me set this, microphone, check this and bless this And reminisce, Sour Patch and five-cent fish And fast food, I'll blast dude if he wants static Straight to the attic for the automatic From high school, learned the golden rule To pack tools and wear jewels and not be played for the fool Every week, brand new kicks on my feet 'Cause down the block, I sold more rocks than Pete Guessin' low from head to toe Can't forget my Jerry G, then I got my GED Mama chumps flippin' 'cause I got left back Didn't know I had the skills for this record contract Now the whole damn block is tryna Sound like me 'cause I MC And stay flavor like lollipops and charms And blow up spots like napalm bombs in Vietnam Yo, I'm on heat like the beach sand on Baywatch And spray Glocks like corrupt transit cops And keep the shot proof under my puffy North Face Goose when I walk the deuce, sippin' over-proof Gettin' pissy, visions of gettin' stuck for my papes Like my name was Biggie, therefore, my trigger finger stays itchy My index set to squeeze at my enemies It's jelly, keep clips on my side like a celly All high, handle biz, big boy I don't be jokin', grab the nine and come out smokin' Kids like the mask, blast you if I have to, son I'm a born killer, what? And it's natural [Hook: U.G. and (Kool G Rap) What's the deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize How you feel? Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize For the next couple lines, watch me get mines As the shorties rock, still tap the forty top I got tired of the freeze from D.T.'s And droppin' to my knees and prayin' to God, "Please I hope they don't shoot me up" These hillbilly cowboys, they boot me up, root and toot me up I also got tired of the snitches I still got love for my niggas, the riches, the bitches But no more crime, drugs, and stick-ups Now I'm in the rap game, hope my record sales pick up Did a couple of shows, three videos Fucked some new hoes, bought some new clothes Ain't nothin' changed, still want ends I still wanna chill with my friends I still want the same black Benz Until then, I'll rock a '87 blazer Sometimes I still pack a razor that'll phase ya Not Fantasia, fantastic And U.G., cellar dwellers from now to infinity The federation, cream Cristal and pistols And thick gals with thick brows Stick an individual out for hundreds Not in your stomach, jewels, you run it When I be clickin', pushin' rocks with no ignition They bend fully, crews get bullied by my team The infrared got the lead beam, some get steamed Or blazed by the six-shooters, whips and hooters I'm dippin' on scooters through the P.J.'s These days is trife, everyday life is bugged So my clique stacked with slugs for the Mac-11 Crews gets sonned or gunned down like in the West Wear armor on my chest to protect my flesh From the young guns blastin' just to get a rep Like Guru, when up close, sprays with the two-two Hit you with two and rip through your epidermis Slugs hit your mug and burn like a furnace [Hook: U.G. and (Kool G Rap) What's the deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize How you feel? Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize What's the deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize How you feel? Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize Recognize and realize Recognize and realize Recognize and realize Don't fantasize