Real Is Real
(专辑: The Trinity: 3rd Sermon - 2014)
[Intro Diddy:] Anytime any of you punk ass niggas wanna say I
took something from you I
never take nothing from you I
work too hard for mine baby I
go hard in this paint right here You know what I
love this I'm a
give it you before I
take it from you bitch [Verse 1
Jadakiss:] Yeah, told my nigga real is real and bitch is bitch If I
ain't doing a
deal I'm probably with ya bitch You ain't gotta second guess you know I'm with the
shits I
don't care about ya rep you know I
get ya heaaadd Yeah, rich is rich and broke is broke You already know my niggas moving coke and dope Got the
sour, got the
haze, we got both to smoke Plus we fuck the
baddest bitchest, that's from coast to coast Get yaself robbed, stabbed, or pistol whipped Mm, wherever we at you know we gets it lit Shoot you in that same mouth that you dissed me with But all that fuck shit you could miss me with [Hook:] Uh, listen nigga real is real and bitch is bitch Nigga broke is broke and rich is rich So all that in between you could miss me with Yeah all that fuck shit you could miss me with Told my nigga rich is rich and broke is broke Whip it with ya wrist my nigga, dope is dope So all that in between you could miss me with And all that fuck shit you miss me with [Verse 2
Sheek Louch:] You could miss me with it Sucking my dick all night then she go home and kiss you with What you jealous for? Cause I'm on tour, and I
ain't standing in front of no store? With a
beer in my hand, one blunt rolled 3
grams, talking about moving raw Where the
lawyer at? Where that bail money? Where them 100 racks when it's real money Rich is rich broke is broke Sour, haze, smoke is smoke I'm getting money when I
ain't awoke When them guns is out it ain't a
joke Bottles pop, then trippy stix Got her walling out on them IG pics Take her home for a
couples of bucks 2
chainz voice' suck all the
dicks Nigga we don't care about you When it go down we don't care we shoot As long is that money's there in that duffel bag B.I.G. nigga gimme the
loot I
learned from Puff, I
learned from Hov Baking soda I
learned the
stove Did the
coupe, did the
rove Got millions nigga if I'm getting old [Hook] [Verse 3
Styles P:] They told you money talk, what it saying to you? 100 shots fired they ain't playing with ya All that in between you could miss me with I'm in the
limousine, French cuisine, with some prissy bitch No promethazine, just some wax and my trippy stix Got ahead flip If I
don't get you killed I
get you pistol whipped Louchy, Kiss and I
And some niggas that act ludicrous Send yo ass to Lucifer, show you what elusive is I
don't give a
fuck, I
sit my dick on medusa's lips I
don't have a
gun I
get you hawked with a
crucifix This is Ghost, this dblock, this is LOX This is [gun sounds] till your head a
mess [Verse 4
Von:] Moving with the
tooly they done got me on my drilling shit All we moves militant Jada gone and kiss the
shit If involving currency I
get it done I'm diligent Known for causing homicides when I
get the
pinning shit Real is real and bitch is bitch Poor is poor and rich is rich Claim you not a
bitch well the
fuck you in ya feelings bitch I
could send a
100 clues they still may never get the
jit Smell me nigga get a
whiff Pooper scooper up in the
shit Gone [Hook]