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young jeezy - real is back 2 intro lyrics

[lead in: young jeezy]
just coolin’… [x6]
look…
i was a boy in the hood before i ever knew puffy
b-tch i been a made man, dare you muh’f-ckas to touch me. [x3]

guess i was too legit, like hammer, they can’t touch me
made a livin’ off arm & hammer, guess i was lucky (go)
y’all n-gg-s don’t really want it with ‘cool j’
i guess it’s me against the world, god d-mn, what can i say?

just coolin’… [x6]

[young jeezy:]
look…
i was a boy in the hood before i ever knew puffy
b-tch i been a made man, dare you muh’f-ckas to touch me
guess i was too legit, like hammer, they couldn’t touch me
made a livin’ off arm & hammer, guess i was lucky (go)
y’all n-gg-s don’t really want it with ‘cool j’
i guess it’s me against the world, god d-mn, what can i say?
i put them little boys on my lap, i birthed n-gg-s
how you think they got on the map? i earthed n-gg-s
keep buying bullsh-t chains, and pay some homage
sell your music from the side of the road, the sh-t is garbage
look at young, came right back applying pressure
just know that i’m a die by mine, might need a stretcher (look)
look at me, i’m back on my sh-t, nothing can touch me
i can buy a hundred sixteen bricks, move to kentucky
might buy a big house on the hill, might buy a farm
b-tch, i’m buying so many watches, might buy an arm (yeeeahhhhhhh)
fresh as the white as i’m sellin’ ya, a living legend
street bible say when i die, i’ll live in heaven
but just in case a n-gg- don’t make it, see you in h-ll
the streets ain’t f-cking with snow? i can’t tell
i remember selling so much snow, i couldn’t smell
“where you learn to do your thing with the snow? ” it wasn’t yale
graduated at the top of my cl-ss, no cap and gown
copped that candy-cane lam’ on they -ss, who’s capping now? {lam’ – lamborghini
man these muh’f-ckas hating to hate, that’s what i hate
and deep down way in their soul, they know i’m great
m-th-f-ckas acting like i ain’t did it, like i ain’t done it
then michael jackson up my lanes, and b-tch i run it
i can see the finish line from here, i might sprint
remember nothing inside my pockets but white lint
i should charge you mothaf-ckas to roam, just like sprint
i’m used to bussin’ licks all on my phone, behind tint {bussin’ – busting)
i’m from where n-gg-s pull them home invasions, behind rent
from where them folks have them dogs in the cars, behind tints
from where them best friend shoot up they friends behind cash
best friends shoot up they benz, behind -ss
and i was the one keepin’ it real, when they was fakin’
and i was the one to serve you a deal, when they was bakin’
can paint a picture using my words, look like they posing
you know my chains like to dance in the light, look like they broken
i used to risk my life, that’s everyday, that trap life
make these muh’f-ckas mad cause i know what that trap like
y’all got these mothaf-ckas faking they street, they really sidewalk
n-gg- don’t say what they mean, they really side talk
fresh airmax, a hundred miles, and runnin’
i do it for them n-gg-s, a hundred pounds and comin’
and d-mn right that boy ain’t playing, he bite back
know how to say right sh-t on the right track
and everybody ordering beef, i had a steak
serve me two to the head, my momma’ gon’ cry a lake
til my casket drop i’m chasing this cash, where will it stop?
bet my b-tch went to bed masturbating, listening to pac
they love me when i was here, but will they mourn me?
ten deep on the side of the road, in that californy
d-mn right, tmz they on me, but they ain’t tell you ’bout them two 40 cals was on me
extend-o with them long -ss clips, them b-tches heavy
and ain’t no more playing, ga, cause b-tch i’m ready. ‘the real’…

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