Real As It Gets

Yeah itis that, it's that Blueprint 3 shit right here,
It's that TM 103 shit right 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 O-Dog niggas that's used to kane,
Not what my b-dog said I respect the game,
GD’s, vice lords, the crips the same,
And I know your all about to say this off the chain,
Tell them fake trapping 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 tuning 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 your represent your click,
Money in the air if you ever hit a lick,
Put your hands in the air if you know that you a bitch,
Say your looking for the real, hey well it's real as real as it gets,
As real as it gets
Wassup Wassup,
I gotta get it,
Now where the south side at, wassup wassup,
Where the west coast at, put your W’s up.
Where’s my east coast niggas that hustle to live,
And all my niggas up North that's doing 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 lying I wonder if y’all care,
They stories out this world I wonder if y’all hear,
Itt don’t really matter as long as they stay clear,
Clear of the real shit we doing 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,
Now put your sacks in the air if your represent your click,
Money in the air if you ever hit a lick,
Put your hands in the air if you know that you a bitch,
Say your looking for the real, hey well it's real as real as it gets,
As real as it gets
A hundred million to the good and I’m still talking yayo,
At a snails pace I won this race that y’all trail,
Uh, uh, blueprints 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 da 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 the feel me in the favela’s in Brazil
And water house 'cause real recognize real,
Rrrahhhh,
You know me homie,
I don’t need no introduction, just call me, make a lil' something out of nothing
Everywhere you go, were the topic of discussion,
Damn, that's gotta be disgusting,
Err, shit make me wanna throw up,
It’s big boy music, it should make you wanna grow up,
Flows like syrup should make me wanna pour up,
Is it just me or this make you wanna roll up,
A big fat one then unpack one,
Then unwrap one, peel back one,
They used to call me chisel with a stamp in the middle,
And you can tell the color when its damp in the middle,
Now put your sacks in the air if your represent your click,
Money in the air if you ever hit a lick,
Put your hands in the air if you know that you a bitch,
Say your looking for the real, hey well it's real as real as it gets,
As real as it gets