Real Is Real

Lyrics

[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'ma 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 movin' coke and dope Got the sour, got the haze, we got both to smoke Plus we fuck the baddest bitches, that's from coast to coast Get ya self robbed, stabbed, or pistol whipped (mmh) 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 [Chorus: Von] 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 (miss me with) Yeah all that fuck shit you could miss me with (miss me with) Told my nigga rich is rich and broke is broke (shit) Whip it with ya wrist my nigga, dope is dope (skrrt skrrt) So all that in between you could miss me with (D-Block) And all that fuck shit you miss me with [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] You could miss me wit' it Suckin' my dick all night then she go home and kiss you with it 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 Three grams, talking about I'm movin' raw Where the lawyer at? Where that bail money? Where them hundred 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, them trippy stix Got her wallin' out on them I-G pics Take her home for a couple of bucks 2 Chain voice, 'suck all the dicks' Nigga we don't care about you When it go down, we don't care what we shoot (nah) Long as that money's there in that duffel bag B-I-G, nigga, gimme the loot I done learned from Puff, I done learned from Hov Baking soda, I done learned the stove Did the coupe, did the Rove Got millions, nigga, if I'm getting old, hahh [Chorus: Von] 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 (miss me with) Yeah all that fuck shit you could miss me with (miss me with) Told my nigga rich is rich and broke is broke (shit) Whip it with ya wrist my nigga, dope is dope (skrrt skrrt) So all that in between you could miss me with (miss me with) And all that fuck shit you miss me with [Verse 3: Styles P] They told you money talk, what it sayin' to you? (what is it sayin'?) A hunnid shots fired they ain't playing wit'chu All that in between, you could miss me When I'm in the limousine, French cuisine, with some prissy bitch No promethazine, just some wax and my trippy stix Go ahead and 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 ain't got a gun I get you hawked with a crucifix This is Ghost, this D-Block, this is L-O-X This is *gun sounds* 'til your head a mess [Verse 4: Von] Movin' with the tooly, they done got me on my drilling shit All we movin' militant Jada gone and kiss the shit If involving currency, I get it done I'm diligent Known for causin' homicides when I get the pinnin' shit Real is real and bitch is bitch Poor is poor and rich is rich Claim you not a bitch well why the fuck you in ya feelings bitch I could send a hunnid clues they still may never get the jit Smell me, nigga, get a whiff Pooper scooper up in the shit Gone [Chorus: Von] 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 (miss me with) Yeah all that fuck shit you could miss me with (miss me with) Told my nigga rich is rich and broke is broke (shit) Whip it with ya wrist my nigga, dope is dope (skrrt skrrt) So all that in between you could miss me with (miss me with) And all that fuck shit you miss me with