Jadakiss - Who's Real ft. Swizz Beatz, OJ Da Juiceman Lyrics
(Jadakiss)
You know what I do to you, turn your festivities right into a funeral, the body look beautiful, now you can let em know it’s real wherever kiss at, ya face get broke though I don’t know who can fix that, you might have to ask ‘Ye that, I don’t play that, I was moving that Vana White before Sajack, 500 stacks in the condo, pronto, handshakes, eye contact when I convo, fake and the phoney don’t mix, real homies roll thick, real rollies don’t tick, you lying with your stupid ass chains, how the f*ck you expect people to believe them is real diamonds.
(Eve)
Now, whose fake, whose real, top chick in the game, wear the crown still, yeah I vacated for a while, moca tan(?) got ya man going wild, Maserati the body, shined out the Bugatti, can’t nobody stop me, all they can do is watch me, now freeze, chill, where all my ladies in the place thats real.
(Chorus)
(Drag On)
I go to sleep as a gremlin and wake up as a Demon, be a four headed monster by the afternoon, now the nig*a sold me a scope and the lens don’t zoom, nah i gotta run up on them, boom, My flow sound like the definition of attica, extended the AR to give it more stamina, knock knock, whose the next challenger, so I can embarrass them on camera. – Drag on
S.P the Ghost
(Styles P)
Like Billy the Kid to Bill Gates, deal with the real and never the real fakes, everybody hustlin and they all deal weights, when they get around the thugs they don’t all feel safe, every rapper blood to crip they gon bang, you be with the cops whose soft as gang, come to D-Block you would have lost that chain or an m16 woulda off’d your brain.
(Sheek louch)
If you keep the hammer on your waist clap your hands, no jewelry jus a couple rubber bands, yeah you real and you know it, take the skinny jeans back, take the auto tune off and stop acting all soft, if you love it in the hood clap your hands, late night strip clubs, mommy do the dance, yeah, Sheek Louch, donny the gorrilla, got da cake yo, lay lo, eyes closed, I see whose fake tho.
Chorus
(DMX)
Okaay, okaay let em go, dog get the fighting, nig*as don’t know then lets get the fighting.
Y’all walk like that, but I walk like this
Y’all look the other way but I’m starting sh*t,
Fuck y’all nig*as you ain’t built like dog.
B.F.W Built For War,
I like this hook, I like this beat,
This the type of shit that let me talk to the street.
Been in the game, winning the game, still in the game, cos of you it’s still a game.
Y’all nig*as is still playing, but I don’t, yall nig*as apologise but I won’t,
Let dog go last and air shit out,
Beast on the track I’mma bear shit it out,
Go Go gorrilla, I’ma house nig*as,
Thats what you get for running your mouth nig*as.
Ruff Ryders, Ryders…
(Jadakiss)
You know what I do to you, turn your festivities right into a funeral, the body look beautiful, now you can let em know it’s real wherever kiss at, ya face get broke though I don’t know who can fix that, you might have to ask ‘Ye that, I don’t play that, I was moving that Vana White before Sajack, 500 stacks in the condo, pronto, handshakes, eye contact when I convo, fake and the phoney don’t mix, real homies roll thick, real rollies don’t tick, you lying with your stupid ass chains, how the f*ck you expect people to believe them is real diamonds.
(Eve)
Now, whose fake, whose real, top chick in the game, wear the crown still, yeah I vacated for a while, moca tan(?) got ya man going wild, Maserati the body, shined out the Bugatti, can’t nobody stop me, all they can do is watch me, now freeze, chill, where all my ladies in the place thats real.
(Chorus)
(Drag On)
I go to sleep as a gremlin and wake up as a Demon, be a four headed monster by the afternoon, now the nig*a sold me a scope and the lens don’t zoom, nah i gotta run up on them, boom, My flow sound like the definition of attica, extended the AR to give it more stamina, knock knock, whose the next challenger, so I can embarrass them on camera. – Drag on
S.P the Ghost
(Styles P)
Like Billy the Kid to Bill Gates, deal with the real and never the real fakes, everybody hustlin and they all deal weights, when they get around the thugs they don’t all feel safe, every rapper blood to crip they gon bang, you be with the cops whose soft as gang, come to D-Block you would have lost that chain or an m16 woulda off’d your brain.
(Sheek louch)
If you keep the hammer on your waist clap your hands, no jewelry jus a couple rubber bands, yeah you real and you know it, take the skinny jeans back, take the auto tune off and stop acting all soft, if you love it in the hood clap your hands, late night strip clubs, mommy do the dance, yeah, Sheek Louch, donny the gorrilla, got da cake yo, lay lo, eyes closed, I see whose fake tho.
Chorus
(DMX)
Okaay, okaay let em go, dog get the fighting, nig*as don’t know then lets get the fighting.
Y’all walk like that, but I walk like this
Y’all look the other way but I’m starting sh*t,
Fuck y’all nig*as you ain’t built like dog.
B.F.W Built For War,
I like this hook, I like this beat,
This the type of shit that let me talk to the street.
Been in the game, winning the game, still in the game, cos of you it’s still a game.
Y’all nig*as is still playing, but I don’t, yall nig*as apologise but I won’t,
Let dog go last and air shit out,
Beast on the track I’mma bear shit it out,
Go Go gorrilla, I’ma house nig*as,
Thats what you get for running your mouth nig*as.
Ruff Ryders, Ryders…
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