Lyrics Realized - lil wayne
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
gutta
like
bad
bowls
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?
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
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
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
1 Beef
2 Act a Ass
3 Biznite
4 Let's Go
5 Tha Blues
6 The Blues
7 Realized
8 Jump Jiggy
9 Shine
10 Shine
11 Wish You Would
12 Skit
13 Break Me Off
14 Lil' One
15 Fuck Wit Me Now
16 F**k Wit Me Now
17 Everything
18 Hit U Up
19 Hit U Up
20 Intro (Watch Them People)
21 Break Me Off
22 Shine
23 Intro (Watch Them People)
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