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    Lil' Wayne »

    Lil' Wayne Realized текст песни

    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 (??) 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]
    [Lil Wayne]
    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

    [Lil Wayne]
    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]
    [Lil Wayne]
    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

    [Lil Wayne]
    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



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