Realized Lyrics
| Song | Realized |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Rare & Unreleased |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (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 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 keys 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 UNPACK 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 | |
| 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 (Lil Wayne)) | |
| (Lil Wayne) | |
| Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all | |
| (Lil Wayne (talking)) | |
| It's Wheezy, nigga - Lil Wheezy, nigga | |
| Don't tangle it, nigga | |
| It's time to step down, ya heards me |
| 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 Mack10 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 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 RAV4 | |
| 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 keys 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 UNPACK 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Hook2x Lil Wayne | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| Say, I don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| Lil Wayne talking | |
| It' s Wheezy, nigga Lil Wheezy, nigga | |
| Don' t tangle it, nigga | |
| It' s time to step down, ya heards me |
| 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 Mack10 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 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 RAV4 | |
| 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 keys 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 UNPACK 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Hook2x Lil Wayne | |
| Lil Wayne | |
| Say, I don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| Lil Wayne talking | |
| It' s Wheezy, nigga Lil Wheezy, nigga | |
| Don' t tangle it, nigga | |
| It' s time to step down, ya heards me |
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