Realized

(albüm: Lights Out - 2000)

What?
What?!
Look
OK, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangster – 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 tripping 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 gutter like bad bowls
I stash Os 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 happening, dog
That little boy's 'bout to come 'round here blasting at y'all
If you don't get the hell when he swerving by
That's your issue – God bless ya – you deserve to die

Look
Which one of these niggas playing 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 little 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 Gs 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 unattached without them plastic toys
It get drastic, boy
Niggas that's asking for it
Weezy, nigga
It's Weezy, nigga
Who? Weezy, nigga
It's Weezy, nigga

I don't think you realize what's happening, dog
That little boy's 'bout to come 'round here blasting at y'all
And if you don't get the hell when he swerving by
That's your issue – God bless ya – you deserve to die

I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playing or joking
Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open
Leave a buster bandanna smoking from hot hollows
Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes
Two pistols, desperado gun buster
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 trigger somewhere on me to start blowing
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showing
When we all knowing 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 happening, dog
That little boy's 'bout to come 'round here blasting at y'all
Say, I don't think you realize what's happening, dog
That little boy's 'bout to come 'round here blasting at y'all

It's Weezy, nigga – Lil Weezy, nigga
Don't tangle it, nigga
It's time to step down, ya heards me