Real As It Gets [Jay-Z + Young Jeezy] - Jay-Z

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 reduce myself

At the same time reduce my wealth

At the same time rejuvenate the game

It's for my ol' dog niggas that shoots the 'caine

Now, what my B-dawg 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 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 tunin' in, let me explain

You know I keep that 47, Uday Hussein

These niggas 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 sacks in the air if you represent your clique

Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby

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

Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets

Hey, hey, oh, oh

(South-side)

Hey, hey, oh, oh

(South-side)

This is real as it gets

Hey, hey, oh, oh

(South-side)

Hey, hey, oh, oh

(I got it, Jeezy)

This is real as it gets

Now, where the south-side at? Wassup, wassup?

Where the west coast at? Put your W's up

Where my east coast niggas, that hustle to live?

And all my niggas 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 about this world, I wonder if y'all hear

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

Clear of the real shit we doin' 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 there

Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique

Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby

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

Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets

Hey, hey, oh, oh

Hey, hey, oh, oh

This is real as it gets

Hey, hey, oh, oh

Hey, hey, oh, oh

This is real as it gets

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

At a snails pace I won this race that y'all trail

Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale

Follow in 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, rah

You know me, I don't need no duction

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

Everywhere you go, we the topic of discussion

Damn, that's gotta be disgusting

Uh, shit make you wanna throw up

This is BigBoy Music, it should make me wanna grow-up

Flows like syrup, it just make you wanna pour up

And is it just me, or 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 sacks in the air if you represent your clique

Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby

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

Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets

Hey, hey, oh, oh

Hey, hey, oh, oh

This is real as it gets

Hey, hey, oh, oh

Hey, hey, oh, oh

This is real as it gets

This is real as it gets

Yeah, I am serious, straight-up

No bullshit