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Исполнитель: Young Jeezy
Название песни: The Realist
Альбом: The Inspiration
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Young Jeezy - The Realist текст песни, lyrics

[Young Jeezy: Talking] 

Ride on these niggaz 
I ride on these niggaz 
I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) 
I ride on these niggaz 

Let's get it! 

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] 

Super charger, the same color as PJ 
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range 
Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) 
Audio, video, you caught on tape 
That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) 
In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale 
Back and forth, like Aliyah 
Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million 
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion 
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me 
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me 
Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga 
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet 
Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat 
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino 
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo 

[Hook: Young Jeezy] 

And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... 
They lies, they phonies, they fakes, 
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight 
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... 
They lies, they phonies, they fakes, 
These niggaz ain't never sold the weight 
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... 
They lies, they phonies, they fakes, 
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight 
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... 
They lies, they phonies, they fakes, 
These niggaz ain't never touched the weight 
And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... 

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy] 

Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) 
The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome 
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone 
I'm 36 souls away 
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) 
What's the difference, I still eat the same 
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same 
You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad 
Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 
'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends 
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard 
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy] 

I stay on the block, and risk my life 
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out 
You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout 
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains 
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave 
Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale 
You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams 
I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays 
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays 
You was in the studio, I was on the block 
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways 

[Hook]

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