Realist lyrics

Artist  : I-20 
Song : Realist



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 [Hook] X4 

I'm the realest 

the
realest nigga 

the realest nigga 



[Verse 1] 

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? (crews at?) 

Oh
yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya shoes
at? (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 (breathe now) 

Shit, we
been cookin for a while, its time to eat now (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 



[Hook] X4 

I'm
the realest 

the realest nigga 

the
realest nigga 



[Verse 2] 

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 (weight at) 

I
got a deal just off a verse and niggaz hate that
(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 

'cause I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste
that (taste that) 

I know you down to cut
me shawty, where that face at? (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 



[Hook] X4 

I'm
the realest 

the realest nigga 

the
realest nigga 



[Bridge] 

Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)


Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out
Shawty) 



[Verse 3] 

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 (no prob) 

But I
don't care if she can blow, I want a blow job
(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 

'cause 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 (laid down) 

That just the way
these niggaz livin gin the A-Town (A-Town) 

Throw ya side up high, let the people know you
repping 

Any zone, any hood, any block, any
section (come on) 

I'm the streets first
choice, when its come to who's realest 

Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you feel it 



[Hook] X4 

I'm the realest 

the realest nigga 

the realest nigga