The Realist
(专辑: The Inspiration - 2006)
[Young Jeezy: Talking] Ride on these niggaz I
ride on these niggaz I
ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I
ride on these niggaz Let's get it! [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Super charger, the
same color as PJ (yeaaaaah) I
got a
champagne range Pick niggaz off, I
got a
night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a
way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I
took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of getting rich is like one-in-a-million (hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashing lights, my mind's playing tricks on me But the
Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the
feds just staring at a
nigga You know, you feeling ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still riding with the
heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I
talk that lingo [Hook: Young Jeezy] And I'm the
muhfucking realist... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the
weight And I'm the
muhfucking realist... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the
weight And I'm the
muhfucking realist... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the
weight And I'm the
muhfucking realist... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the
weight And I'm the
muhfucking realist... [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Nowadays the
GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The
shoes on that motherfucking 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the
phone I'm 36 O's away From giving the
mic up and going back to the
streets (naww) What's the
difference, I
still eat the
same A
nigga paranoid, I
still sleep the
same You niggaz rapping 'bout blow, like it's a
fad Nigga this is my life, I
ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I
need to see the
Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I
stay on the
block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a
nigga sold out You niggaz playing, I
show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the
chains Might cook it in the
stove, might cook it in the
microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the
scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talking sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the
studio, I
was on the
block In the
kitchen at the
spot going hard with the
blocks 25 for the
four ways, choppaz by the
door-ways [Hook]