Lil Wayne - Realized lyrics

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'mma 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 Weezy got more white
Than the Backstreet Boys
Never catch me unattatched without
Them plastic toys it get drastic, boy
Niggas that's askin' for it weezy, nigga
It's Weezy, nigga who? Weezy, nigga
It's Weezy, 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 Weezy
Have never been fake
The metal will spray and let the
Bullets tear up your face
Who want this Weezy, nigga?
Who want this Weezy, nigga?
Weezy, nigga Lil Weezy, 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
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 Weezy, nigga - Lil Weezy, nigga
Don't tangle it, nigga
It's time to step down, ya heards me