Lyrics
Yeah, it's The Realist, that's Ibe Wazir y'all
Real name, no gimmicks muh f*** as
Uh huh, uh huh, damn I like this beat
I'm gon' have to do somethin', check me out y'all
Verse 1:
I ain't a city boy, I'm from a little town
But these M-Town mobstas be gettin' down
You catch me all alone, man I can hold my own
If I lose check the papers for another home
Cause I will look you up, and I will hunt you down
We get you all shook up, when we come around
Cause we don't play no games, and we don't say no names
If you get hit, you get hit, I'll take the blame, but
Chorus:
Call me, when you need some greens
I got enough supply to supply all the fiends
Call me, when it's time to mob n*** z
It's like my job to strap up and rob n*** z
Call me, when you want me to come
When you want me to come
Call me, when you want me to come
I'll be around
Verse 2:
I wanna million dolla house, a million dolla spouse
I'm killin' motha f*** as wit my million dolla mouth
I got the feelin' that I'm 'bout to steal a villain in his mouth
And show his dumb ass what The Realist is about
So chill, kick back while I make a mil'
I don't have to write sh** , I just say what I feel
That's why my flows seem to come out so real
When I die, y'all better keep all my sh** concealed, yep
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Look, I came in the game in the year 2K
Popped tops off, n*** z had to cop tupees
My n*** Q from the Lou, he was feelin' my sh**
It's been four years, Ibe Wazir's still in this b***
Got sh** that'll blow your mind, push yo' sh** back
H3 on some Spree's, I'm 'bout to get that
Purple and black, I love dem colors
Jet black interior wit the leather covers, what
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
Yeah, it's 2004 y'all, that's the year of The motha f*** in' Realist what!
I'm comin' up in the game, here come the riches and the b*** es and the fame my n*** z, ha
Deezy my n*** , Jamahal Jackson my n*** , Da Whole Show my n*** , Tarik my n*** , DJ Kreep my n***
Come on, there ain't no stoppin' me now, I'm on fire motha f*** as, WHAT! BREAK IT DOWN n*** Z
