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