The Real Is Back (Intro)

[Young Jeezy] Say, drama this on my momma, I served em like Benihana's Took them numbers down, they ate em up like them piranhas Swear I had the whole hood bitin like them iguanas Had them chicken tenders all lined up, like the McDonalds Up early thuggin, cookin this breakfast in my pajamas Dropped a thousand but I lost 28, at least I'm honest Man these niggas lyin all on tracks, all on wax We don't wanna hear ya imagination just state facts Nigga either ya didn't or you did, just don't lie Look, nigga either you was or you wasn't just don't lie Use to cop them bitches 3 at a time call that a trio And if they short, then fuck you too just like I'm cee-lo What you know about so many bricks, fill up a neo? Shit I meant neon, run em back like I'm deion Treat em just like Pacquiao, they gotta weigh in Can't even come outside, they gotta stay in Kink put me off in the game, I gotta play then Tryna get the play dough, but nah, don't play though Got a case, he callin ya phone, what's the connection? Hang up, Fuck figurin it out, bad reception And you ain't gotta be a detective just to detect em Any nigga lie to ya face, how you respect em? In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby mama That 4 ain't lockin up right, that's baby drama Make me start deporting you niggas just like I'm castro Any nigga play both sides, he donnie brasco And I ain't seen when I was making them movies like tarantino Last time tellin you, shit bigger than nino Bigger than nino? Ask G-Money, spent it all fuckin night Like the shit was free money, like my My-Face on it Like the shit was me money, if the dogs hit the bag Then you know it's D-Money. You know I run this shit Like marlo, these niggas avon, had my auntie sellin that shit Like it was avon, yall know what's real or what's fake, that's on shake What you call it when you whippin that thang? Vanilla Shake What you call it when you whippin that thang? Vanilla Smoothie Call that shit that wouldn't jump back, Vanilla ooo-wee Snow is you worried bout niggas? I'm like, Fuck No Straight up outta low cash, these niggas gusto And I don't give a fuck if it's been bout 10 years I can come back with 10 years and 5 jeers All I need is trap life cross my belly, I'm makaveli Coupe got the pasta seats, look like spaghetti Yall ain't ready, clips long as machetes I said, yall ain't ready, clips long as machetes Use to drive a 500 to school, could fuck the teacher First thing she said in the morning "Turn off ya beeper" I said, excuse me miss, I'm tryna be P and Jay-Z If you think I'm missin out on this money you cray-z And all these niggas talkin these diamonds, appraise me See I'm the one who made it straight out the streets, they praise me All I know is one way to trap, and that's hard If so I trapped hard then that make me a trap god Bow down and kiss the chucks I'm bruce leroy Sell 10 mill tomorrow I'm still a D-Boy The real is back