Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Realized, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Lights Out, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Realized |
What?! |
What?!! |
Look— |
Okay, let’s cut the crap |
I’m straight gangsta — forget the rap |
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don’t wan’see me flip the crack |
And I’m quick to click and spit the gat |
I be dipped in black |
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack — Calico, clip to match |
Like: where them cats who trippin’at? |
— Point niggas out |
'cause right now I’m full of that spinach that’ll knock Lennox out |
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump |
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front |
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump |
So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump |
I’m raised in the slum where the bad grow |
Unlike no other, I’m real (??) like bag 'Bauds |
I stash O’s in the drawers of my trash hoes |
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow |
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 |
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow |
Is that so? |
(Hook) |
I don’t think you realize what’s happenin', dog |
That lil’boy’s 'bout to come 'round here blastin’at y’all |
If you don’t get the hell when he swervin’by |
That’s your issue — God bless ya — you deserve to die |
Look, |
Which one of these niggas playin’with me? |
I’ma strap up and slam his parent’s street |
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats |
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep |
I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree |
I flash the piece at your lil’woman and make her dance for me Then jam the freak with a broom — blood leak from her panty crease |
There has to be some explanation for this insanity |
Yeah, y’all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank) |
Now give me the dank |
Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank |
What’s your kid gonna think? |
Come home and find your wig in the sink |
I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti |
For fifty G’s I get ten ki’s and straight out weight it I lock my area down — you can ask these boys |
They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys |
Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys |
It get drastic, boy |
Niggas that’s askin’for it Wheezy, nigga |
It’s Wheezy, nigga |
Who? |
Wheezy, nigga |
It’s Wheezy, nigga |
(Hook) |
I don’t think you realize what’s happenin', dog |
That lil’boy’s 'bout to come 'round here blastin’at y’all |
And if you don’t get the hell when he swervin’by |
That’s your issue — God bless ya — you deserve to die |
I hope y’all niggas understand that I ain’t playin’or jokin' |
Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open |
Leave a busta bandana smokin’from hot hollows |
Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes |
Two pistols, desperado gun busta |
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya Hung under them killers and duck the pigs |
And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big |
And, nigga, I don’t really care if I don’t sell a million quick |
'cause right now I’ll quit and go and sell a million bricks |
I sticks to what I love, and that’s the street |
And stay away from what I hate, and that’s police |
And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' |
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' |
When we all knowin’that Wheezy have never been fake |
The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face |
Who is Wheezy, nigga? |
Who is Wheezy, nigga? |
Wheezy, nigga |
Lil Wheezy, nigga |
(Hook-2x) |
Say, I don’t think you realize what’s happenin', dog |
That lil’boy’s 'bout to come 'round here blastin’at y’all |
It’s Wheezy, nigga — Lil Wheezy, nigga |
Don’t tangle it, nigga |
It’s time to step down, ya heards me |