Real as it gets (feat. Young Jeezy) Songtext / Lyric

(Young Jeezy)
Yeah, it's that, it's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that TM 103 shit right right here
You ready, you ready HOV
Let's go, hands up (Jeezy)
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvinate the game
It's for my O-Dog niggas that shoots the kane
Now what b-dog said I respect the game
GD?s, vice lords, the crips the same
And I know you're about to say this off the chain
Tell them fake trapping ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain?t dead or in jail I can?t complain
And when these fake niggas gone I shall remain
And if you just tuning in let me explain
You know I keep that 47 who day he insane'
These niggas way too far, I played the game
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 (Chorus) (Jeezy)
Now put your sacks in the air if your represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick
Baby hands in the air if you know dat you dat bitch
Say your looking for the real, hey, well it's real as real as it gets
As real as it gets

(Jay-Z)
Wassup wassup
I gotta it Jeezy

Now where the southside at, wassup, wassup
Where the westcoast at, put your W?s up
Where?s my east coast niggas that hustle to live
And all my niggas up North thats doing the 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 lying I wonder if y?all care
They stories out this world I wonder if y?all hear
They doesn?t really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doing over here
When my nigga get home, I?m gonna 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 nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he?ll be standing right here
Real nigga shit

(Chorus) (Jeezy)
Now put your sacks in the air if your represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick
Baby hands in the air if you know dat you dat bitch
Say your looking for the real, hey, well it's real as real as it gets
As real as it gets

(Jay-Z)
A hundred million to the good and I?m still talking Yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that y?all trail
Uh, uh, blueprints for sale
Follow in my footprints you can?t fail
Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat Quail
I probably never see jail
Each tale contains more of the truth
Of the statue allows me to go into detail
Uh, close your eyes you can smell
Hov?s the audio equivalent of braille
That's why the feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And Waterhouse cause real recognise real
Rrrahhhh

(Young Jeezy)
You know me I don't need no introductions
Call me make a lil something out of nothing
Everywhere you go, we the topic of discussion
Damn, thats gotta be disgusting
Errr, shit make me wanna throw up
This is big boy music, this should make me wanna grow up
Flows like sir bitches make me wanna pour up
Is it just me or it make you wanna roll up
A big fat one then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They used to call me chisel with a stamp in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle

(Chorus) (Jeezy)
Now put your sacks in the air if your represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick
Baby hands in the air if you know dat you dat bitch
Say your looking for the real, hey, well it's real as real as it gets
As real as it gets