Realized
Lil Wayne Lyrics

Okay, let's cut the crap
Let's be real and not waste time with unnecessary talk

I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I am truly a gangster and not just pretending for the sake of music

I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack
I only pursue music because my mother doesn't want me involved in drug activity

I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I am always ready to pull the trigger and shoot my gun

I be dipped in black
I usually wear black clothing

Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
I drink a mixture of Coca-Cola and Jack Daniel's while carrying a Calico gun that matches my outfit

Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out
I ask for the location of those who are causing trouble and then identify them

'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out
I am under the influence of a substance that has a strong effect, including the ability to knock someone out like boxer Lennox Lewis

The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump
I am carrying multiple weapons: a Mack-10 submachine gun, a gauge shotgun and a pump-action shotgun

You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
My face is on the front page of the newspaper

I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
I represent and protect my friends who are still trapped in a bad situation

So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump
If I arrive on the scene, my friends should prepare a sharp weapon and a gun for me

I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow
I grew up in a poor and dangerous neighborhood

Unlike no other, I'm real (??) like bag 'Bauds
I am unique and authentic, like a rare type of designer handbag

I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes
I hide drugs in the underwear of my unimportant women

I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I show off my money to the police officers who are driving too slowly

I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
I drive a stolen hot RAV-4 SUV while staying low-key

The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
My guns help me make money by creating bullet holes in my enemies

I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
I don't think you are fully aware of the dangerous situation at hand

If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
If you don't leave when I show up and start acting wild, it's your own fault

I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree
I load my gun and prepare to kill the family of anyone who opposes me

There has to be some explanation for this insanity
There must be a reason why I am behaving so violently and erratically

Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank
People who say they want to fight me should live in a heavily armored tank to protect themselves

Come home and find your wig in the sink
You will return home to find your hairpiece in the sink after I attack you

I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti
I withdraw $80,000 from the bank and then travel to Haiti

For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it
I can buy 10 kilograms of drugs for $50,000 and sell them at their full weight

I lock my area down - you can ask these boys
I control and protect my territory, and my friends can confirm this

They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys
My friends know that I have more drugs than the famous music group Backstreet Boys

It get drastic, boy
The situation can easily become violent and dangerous

Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes
My friends and I steal your drugs and then spend the money on attractive women

Two pistols, desperado gun busta
I am carrying two guns and am willing to use them recklessly

Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya
I will shoot you in the chest, causing a lung to collapse

Hung under them killers and duck the pigs
I associate with dangerous murderers while evading the police

And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big
My friends and I have expensive jewelry and large vehicles

And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick
I don't care if I don't become famous and successful quickly

'cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks
But if I can sell a million dollars worth of drugs, I will quit music and focus on that instead

I sticks to what I love, and that's the street
I am dedicated to the lifestyle and culture of the streets

And stay away from what I hate, and that's police
I avoid and dislike police officers

And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin'
I always carry a gun to start shooting if necessary

And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin'
I will shoot and kill someone, leaving their exposed heart as a symbol of my ruthless behavior

When we all knowin' that Wheezy have never been fake
Everyone knows that I am always authentic and true to myself

The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face
My gun will fire rapidly, causing bullets to damage and disfigure your face

Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
Again, I don't think you fully understand the dangerous situation at hand

That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
Someone is planning to attack and shoot at us very soon