Jay-ZReal As It Gets

Yeah, see it's that It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here It's that T-M 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 ol'dawg niggas that's used to 'caine Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game G-D's, vice lords, crips the same And I know you're '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 who ? 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 Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put 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 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' it big 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 Their 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 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! Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put 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! 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 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 statue 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 water-house 'cause real recognize real Rah! You know me, I don't need no introductions Call me make a lil' somethin' out of nothin' Anywhere you go, we're the topic of discussion Damn, that's gotta be disgustin' Err, shit make me wanna throw up It's big boy music, it should make me wanna grow up Flows like selvage, it just make me 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 when they step in the middle And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle Whats up! Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put 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
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