I-20 - The Realist lyrics

[Hook] X4 I'm the realest The realest n***a The realest n***a [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 n***a where ya shoes at? (shoes at?) I said I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me n***a I keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you n***a 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 n***az recognize my face and keep they name on the street Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't breathe now (breathe now) sh**, we been cookin for a while, its time to eat now (eat now) You tell these ballin' muthaf**as that I'm blocking they dreams I'm top five, dead or alive off one sixteen And this twenty talking to you n***a neva forget And since y'all a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet [Hook] X4 I'm the realest The realest n***a The realest n***a [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 n***az 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 who*es 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 (taste that) I know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at? (face at?) Don't ever play the dealer, n***a try and get smoked My n***az chop a brick in half and call that sh** diet coke And it's the hardest sh** going, n***a leave it ain't that I-20s in this b**h, and that sh** is a wrap, Lets Go [Hook] X4 I'm the realest The realest n***a The realest n***a [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 f** 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 (laid down) That just the way these n***az 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 n***a The realest n***a