The Real Is Back Lyrics

Say Drama thats on my momma, I serve them like benihana Set the numbers down they ate em up like they paranahs Swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald's Up early thuggin cookin this breakfast in my pajamas Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least i'm honest Man these niggas lying all on tracks all on wax We don't wanna hear your imagination just state facts Nigga either you didn't or you did just don't lie 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 to 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 Deon Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got a way in Can't even come outside they gotta stay in Ken put me off in the game i gotta play then Tryna get that playdo but nah i don't play though Gotta a case he calling your phone whats the connection Hangup fuck figurin it out bad reception And you ain't gotta be a dectective just to detect it Any nigga lie to your face how you respect him In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma The four way lockin the right thats baby drama Make me start deporting you niggas just like i'm Castro [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-real-is-back-lyrics-young-jeezy.html ] Any nigga play both sides he done it brasko And I ain't seen when I was makin them movies like Tarantino
Last time telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino) Ask G-money spend 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 its D-money You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas Avon Had my auntie selling that shit like it was avon Yall know whats real or whats fake thats old shake What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie Call that shit with jump back vanilla oooo-weee Snow is you worried bout niggas i'm like fuck no Straight up outta low cast these niggas Gusto And I don't give a fuck if its been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years and find Jeers All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti Yall ain't ready clips long as machetes I said yall ain't ready clips long as machetes Used to drive a 500 to school could fuck the teacher 1st thing she said in the morning turn off your beeper Excuse me miss i'm tryna P or Jay-Z if you think i'm missin out on this money you crazy And all these niggas talkin these diamonds apraise me See i'm the one that made it straight it out the streets they praise me All I know one way trap and thats hard and so I trap hard and that made me a trap god Bow down and kiss the chucks of Bruce Leroy sell 10 mil tomorrow i'm still a D-boy The Real Is Back