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JAY-Z - Real As It Gets (Feat. Young Jeezy) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Johnny Mollings
Johnny Mollings
Songwriter
Maurice Carpenter
Maurice Carpenter
Songwriter
Lenny Mollings
Lenny Mollings
Songwriter
Leigh Elliott
Leigh Elliott
Songwriter
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Karl Heilbron
Karl Heilbron
Recording Engineer
The Inkredibles
The Inkredibles
Producer

Lyrics

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 niggas 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 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 sets in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hit a 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 (wassup, wassup?) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (wassup, wassup? This is real as it gets) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (wassup, wassup?) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (I got it Jeezy, 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 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 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 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 nigga some gear like he never missed a year By the time you hear this song, he'll be standin' right here Real nigga shit there Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby Put 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, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (this is real as it gets) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (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' Anywhere you go, we the topic of discussion Damn, that's gotta be disgusting 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 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 used 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, baby Put 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, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (this is real as it gets) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (this is real as it gets) This is real as it gets Yeah, I'm serious
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Johnny David Mollings, Leonardo V. Mollings, Jay W. Jenkins, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Maurice Jammal Carpenter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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