I'm Real, What Are You?

[Intro: KLC & (Juelz Santana)]

(Big City Terrorizer, Santana, ay!)

Hello World, wassup everybody?

I'm speaking to all the people out there

There comes a time to where you have to know who you are

(Dipset, Skoal game)

And what you are to overcome things

Oh and by the way, My name is KLC

The drum man, you heard me?

But this not about me, This is about the People's Champ

From Houston Texas, my partner, Paul Wall

Tell em who you are!

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm gettin money, stayin' true, chasin' paper, what it do?

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

I'm grindin' like a rotor and I'm postin' like a sticky note

Stackin' up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope

Boyz lookin' sick but that doctor got that antidote

Hatin cuz they broke, suckas fake as a 30 spoke

I'm watchin the stock quotes, I'm real as a Pac quote

But these clowns be actin funny like a knock knock joke

They cramp on my style cuz I got money and power

My paper long as the nile, so how them haters like me now?

Them bustas on the prow, so I'm ten toes down

I'm puttin' all ya'll to sleep, so put on your night gown

Some tatoos and a ice grill don't make you real

These cats be actin frauder than a 4 dollar bill

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm gettin money, stayin' true, chasin' paper, what it do?

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you)

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

I'm a gun holdin', blunt smokin', paper chasin', lady banger

Fly boy, somethin' like a aviator,HA

Yeah, I'm you girls super hero, her caped crusader

So go head and hate me cuz I hate a hater

It take money to make money, I said

You gotta have dough to make bread where I'm from

I ain't chew, get it? I stay true with it

Barbed wire flow, don't get tangled in it

Real nigga yes, all about the hustle

Till I get that call from God sayin', "I want you"

I been through it, I past struggle

That's why every day I'm in the street trying to complete a math puzzle

White coupe, pedal mashed down

Seats soft like I sat on hash brownies

I get money, don't ask me, ask 'round

Big money like I work downtown

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm gettin money, stayin' true, chasin' paper, what it do?

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you)

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

I'm one hundred but them other boys frontin'

They just sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin'

They sweet as apple pie, as they spreadin them lies

They smile up in your face but so quick to jump [?]

You swear they so cool but they turn like doorknobs

They say they hardcore but they friendlier than Spongebob

I'm tryin' to stay afloat, stayin' up on my note

So that highness is what I tote, affordin' the overcoat

I roll with a platoon that'll put you in your tomb

And then mark up your body like Mr. Cartoon

Its real in these streets when you chasin' that guap

Cuz that hatin' around the clock

Will it ever stop? Probably not

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)

I'm gettin money, stayin' true, chasin' paper, what it do?

I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you)