Real As It Gets (feat. Young Jeezy)

Yeah, see it's that, it's that Blueprint 3 shit right here

It's that TM 103 shit right here

You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go

Hands up!

Allow me to re-introduce myself

At the same time re-introduce my wealth

At the same time rejuvenate the game

It's for my old dawg **** that's used to 'caine

Now what my B-dog said? I respect the game

GD's, Vice Lords, the Crips the same

And I know y'all 'bout to say this off the chain

Tell 'em fake trappin' ass **** stay out my lane

See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain

And when these fake **** gone, I shall remain

And if you just tunin' in, let me explain

You know I keep that 47, Uday Hussein

These **** way too far, I played the game

And if you listen hard enough, I say some things

And when that sack got low, I shave them things

And put 'em right back together, I made them things

Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique

Money in the air if you ever hit a lick

Wave your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch

Say you lookin' for the real? Hey, well, this is real as it gets

Hey, ho, hey, ho

Well, this is real as it gets

Hey, ho, hey, ho

Well, this is real as it gets

Now where that Southside at? Wassup, wassup?

Where the West Coast at? Put your W's up

Where my East Coast **** that hustle to live

And all my **** up north that's doin' a bid

Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare

I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here

These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care

They stories out this world, I wonder if y'all hear

But don't really matter as long as they stay clear

Clear of the real shit we doin' over here

When my **** get home, I'm gon' send him a Lear

For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air

With a couple of broads, get him right up in the air

Mile high club, get him right up in there

Send my **** some gear like he never missed a year

By the time you hear this song, he'll be standin' right here, real **** shit there

Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique

Money in the air if you ever hit a lick

Wave your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch

Say you lookin' for the real? Hey, well, this is real as it gets

Hey, ho, hey, ho

Well, this is real as it gets

Hey, ho, hey, ho

Well, this is real as it gets

A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo

At a snail's pace, I won this race that y'all trail

Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale

Followin' my footprints you can't fail

Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail

I'll probably never see jail

Each tale contains more of the truth

Of the statute allows me to go into detail

Uh, close your eyes, you can smell

Hov's the audio equivalent of Braille

That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil

And Waterhouse 'cause real recognize real, rrrah

You know me, I don't need no introductions

Call me, make a lil' somethin' out of nothin'

Everywhere you go, we the topic of discussion

Damn, that's gotta be disgustin'

Ugh, shit make you wanna throw up

This is big boy music, this should make you wanna grow up

Flows like syrup, it just make me wanna pour up

Or is it just me or don't this makes you wanna roll up?

A big fat one, then unpack one

Then unwrap one, peel back one

They use to call me Jizzle with the stamp in the middle

And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle, wassup?

Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique

Money in the air if you ever hit a lick

Wave your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch

Say you lookin' for the real? Hey, well, this is real as it gets

Hey, ho, hey, ho

Well, this is real as it gets

Hey, ho, hey, ho

Well, this is real as it gets