Jealousy Lyrics - Real Brothas - Bg Knocc Out & Dresta

[b.g. knocc out] 

Well it's 95 and I'm back on the scene 

Now everybody wanna be on a niggas team 

I blew up out the clear 

Kickin flava in your ear 

Rockin shows 

Knockin hoes 

Screamin (party over here!) 

But behind the scenes 

Ain't all what it seems 

Motherfuckers run schemes 

When it comes to the greens 

So by any means 

I got to do what is necessary 

If I wanna become legendary 

In this game my name is the b.g. 

Playin with the boys then o-u-t 

Nigga still down wit eazy 

But now I'm wit my big bro 

Bouncin' in my 6-fo' 

Thought we was put in the twist but ya didn't know 

That I was clockin 

And bitches still jockin 

The baby gangsta from compton 

'cause they know it's on and poppin 

Nigga this is for you blind fools who 

Fillin pockets and groove 

Fuck you and yo' jealousy 

'cause niggas always talkin' the shit about me rappin' 

Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin' 

Poppin' at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin' 

Mad 'cause I got up, got out, got somethin' 

(chorus 2x) 

Jealousy 

Why all these people keep on sweatin' me 

Yeah yeah 

[gangsta dresta] 

I'm damned if do 

I'm damned if don't 

No I don't got a lot 

What I got niggas want 

That's the problem in the hood 

It's a bitch 

Niggas can't see anotha nigga havin' shit 

I wanna get rich 

And have some chips 

To help my man out 

But niggas say I'm trippin 

'cause I don't be givin handouts 

Nigga you'se a grown man you better learn some hustlin 

But you wanna hold hands and walk through the strugglin 

Now nigga please, money didn't never grow on trees 

If it did you'd see the d-r-e rakin' leaves 

So wake up 

That shit is just a dream and your trippin 

That's why I keep my heat on the seat when I'm dippin 

'cause brothas like you and the rest of them fools 

Be plottin' on my crew now your droppin by two's 

I hit the hennessee and I see ya strictly as the enemy 

(but dre that was the homey) 

Well fool better him then me 

Niggas always talkin that shit about me rappin 

Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin 

Poppin at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin 

Mad 'cause I got up, got out, got somethin 

(chorus 2x) 

(gangsta dresta) 

See look the homies don't be realizin real shit like this 

Been broke all my life ain't nobody gave me shit 

Workin like a motherfucker blood sweat and tears 

Never heard from my peers when I served all them years 

But no love was lost when you was out rollin' big time 

Now I wish you playa hatin niggas would let me get mine 

Gossip like a bitch but that bullshit is old style 

Nigga I ain't got shit but a low profile 

(b.g. knockout) 

Ain't a nigga like the k.o? 

I rolls a 5 point 0 

Occasionally I go dippin in the lo-lo 

I know it's a trip and niggas can't understand it 

How a nigga rollin when I used to be stranded 

Damn it feels good to be a hustler 

Now it's time to separate the locs from the bustas 

I gotta maintain because games I don't play none 

That's one thing I won't do 

(what's that? ) 

Forget where I came from 

'cause niggas always talkin that shit about me rappin 

Talk behind my back but don't really know what's happenin 

Poppin at the lips but ain't really sayin nothin 

Mad 'cause I got up, got out, got somethin 

(chorus 4x) 

Jealousyyyyyy