Realized

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 wanna 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 Mack's 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'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, now give me the dank

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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

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 bandanna smokin' from hot hollows

Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes

Two pistols, desperado gun busta