the realist

Lyrics

, i'm the realest, the realest nigga, the realest nigga, i-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking, i got something in the truck, to get the crunk and start the action, keep 'em popping, i'm a pop it, where ya crews at?, oh yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya shoes at?, i said i put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga, i keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you nigga, and i ain't scared of none of y'all, talking gums with you white, yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but dices, now, who the realest down south?, spittin game with that speech, these niggaz recognize my face and keep they name on the street, oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't breathe now, shit, we been cookin for a while, its time to eat now, you tell these ballin' muthafuckas that i'm blocking they dreams, i'm top five, dead or alive off one sixteen, and this twenty talking to you nigga neva forget, and since y'all a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet, i'm the realest, the realest nigga, the realest nigga, it ain't easy, but i do it like its nothing to me, now everybody talking greasy but they frontin' to me, oh yeah you down to move a pound, where ya weight at, i got a deal just off a verse and niggaz hate that, after the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave with the clique, disrespect, cause an effect of pimpin' a trick, while you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and quit, we on tour, pullin whores every city wit hit, then that yak get the flowin', dj play the record, if you know you ain't swaggin, time to head for the exit, cuz i'm fiendin' for the top, i can taste that, i know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at?, don't ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked, my niggaz chop a brick in half and call that shit diet coke, and it's the hardest shit going, nigga leave it ain't that, i-20s in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, lets go, i'm the realest, the realest nigga, the realest nigga, decatur, decatur, decatur, decatur, decatur, decatur, its time to dig into ya chest, i been waiting for a minute, know you heard about my vest, you can't wait to get up in it, if ya girl is into singing then its no prob, but i don't care if she can blow, i want a blow job, push the seat way back, while a pimp ride slow, with a short dog 'lac, gone off hydro, playboy 2-0, shoot a grand on a stripper, and she down to fuck us all, and give a damn if we tip her, cuz this the big league and you all street shooters, and ya shoots going go, so the heat's going through ya, if you ain't down to make a stand, you get laid down, that just the way these niggaz livin gin the a-town, throw ya side up high, let the people know you repping, any zone, any hood, any block, any section, i'm the streets first choice, when its come to who's realest, eastside, a-town, i-dub, you feel it, i'm the realest, the realest nigga, the realest nigga