Jay-Z & Young Jeezy ☆ Real As It Gets

[Intro – Young Jeezy]
Yeah, see its that
Its that Blueprint 3 shit right here
Its that TM 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov? Lets go (Hands up)

[Verse 1 – Young Jeezy]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
Its for my oldawg niggas thats used to caine

Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
GDs, vice lords, crips the same
And I know youre bout to say this off the chain
Tell em fake trappin ass niggas stay out my lane

See I aint dead or in jail, I cant 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

[Chorus – Young Jeezy]
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 Ohh Ohh [x2]
This is real as it gets

[Verse 2 – Jay-Z]
Wassup, wassup [x3]
I got it Jeezy

Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup
Where the west coast at, put your Ws up
Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live
And all my niggas up north thats doin it big

Oh yeah Im rare, Im aware that Im rare
I rap and Im real, Im one of the few here
These other boys lyin, I wonder if yall care
They stories out this world, I wonder if yall hear

But dont really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doin over here
When my nigga get home, Im 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, hell be standing right here

Real nigga shit there

Hey Hey Ohh Ohh [x2]
This is real as it gets

[Verse 3 – Jay-Z]
A hundred million to the good and Im still talkin yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that yall trail
Uh, uh, Blueprints for sale
Followin my footprints you cant fail

Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail
Ill 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
Hovs the audio equivalent of braille
Thats why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And water-house cause real recognize real

Rrraaahhh

[Young Jeezy]
You know me, I dont need no introductions
Call me make a lil somethin out of nothin
Anywhere you go, were the topic of discussion
Damn, thats gotta be disgustin

Err, shit make me wanna throw up
Its 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 its damp in the middle

Wassup

Hey Hey Ohh Ohh [x2]
This is real as it gets