Real Is Back 2 intro

[Lead in: Jeezy]

Just coolin'... (x6)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

Look...

I was a boy in the hood before I ever knew Puffy

Bitch I been a made man, dare you muh'fuckas 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 niggas don't really want it with 'cool J'

I guess it's me against the world, God damn, what can I say?

I put them little boys on my lap, I birthed niggas

How you think they got on the map? I earthed niggas

Keep buying bullshit chains, should pay some homage

Sell your music from the side of the road, the shit is garbage

Look at Young, came right back applying pressure

Just know that I'mma die by mine, might need a stretcher (Look)

Look at me, I'm back on my shit, 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

Bitch, I'm buying so many watches, might buy an arm (Yeeeahhhhhhh)

Dead fresh in some 187’s, a livin legend

Street Bible say when I die, I'll live in Heaven

But just in case a nigga don't make it, see you in Hell

The streets ain't fucking 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 class, no cap and gown

Copped that candy-cane Lam' on they ass, who's capping now?

Man these muh'fuckas hating to hate, that's what I hate

Look them deep down way in their soul, they know I'm great

Muthafuckas acting like I ain't did it, like I ain't done it

The Michael Jackson of my lane, and bitch I run it

And I can see the finish line from here, I might sprint

Remember nothing inside my pockets but white lint

I should charge you mothafuckas to roam, just like Sprint

I'm used to bussin' licks all on my phone, behind tint

I'm from where niggas 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 ass

And I was the one keeping it real, when they was faking

And I was the one to serve you a deal, when they was baking

Can paint a picture using my words, look like they posing

You know my chains like to dance in the light, look like they voguing

Used to risk my life, that's everyday, that trap life

Think these muh'fuckas mad cause I know what that trap likes

Y'all got these mothafuckas thinking they street, they really sidewalk

Nigga don't say what they mean, they really side talk

Fresh Air Max, a hundred miles, and running

I do it for them niggas, a hundred pounds and coming

And damn right that boy ain't playing, he right back

Know how to say right shit on the right track

And everybody ordering beef, I had a steak

Serve me two to the head, my momma' gon' cry a lake

Till my casket drop I'm chasing this cash, when will it stop?

Bet my bitch went to bed masturbating, listening to Pac

They love me when I was here, but when will they mourn me?

Ten deep on the side of the road, in that Californy

Damn right, TMZ they on me

They ain't tell you 'bout them two 40 cals was on me

Extend-o with them long ass clips, them bitches heavy

And ain't no more play in GA, cause bitch im ready. 'The Real'...