Real As It Gets

(album: The Blueprint 3 - 2009)

Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that TM 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov'?
Let's go! (Hands up!)

Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my old dog niggas that's used to 'caine
Now what my B-dog said? I respect the game
GD's, Vice Lords, the Crips the same
And I know y'all 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trapping ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just tuning in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47, Uday Hussein
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough, I say some things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things

Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby
Put your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real? Hey, well this is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh (Wass up, wass up)
Hey, hey, oh, oh (Wass up, wass up, this is real as it gets)
Hey, hey, oh, oh (Wass up, wass up)
Hey, hey, oh, oh (I got it Jeezy, this is real as it gets)

Now where that Southside at? Wass up, wass up
Where the West Coast at? Put your Ws up
Where my East Coast niggas that hustle to live
And all my niggas up north that's doing a bid?
Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare
I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here
These other boys lying, I wonder if y'all care
Their stories out this world, I wonder if y'all hear
But don't really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doing over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gon' send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With a couple of broads, get him right up in the air
Mile high club, get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit there

Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby
Put your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real? Hey, well this is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh (This is real as it gets)
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh (This is real as it gets)

A hundred million to the good and I'm still talking yayo
At a snail's pace, I won this race that y'all trail
Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale
Following my footprints you can't fail
Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail
I'll probably never see jail
Each tale contains more of the truth
Of the statute allows me to go into detail
Uh, close your eyes, you can smell
Hov's the audio equivalent of braille
That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And Waterhouse 'cause real recognize real
Rrrah!

You know me, I don't need no introductions
Call me, make a little something out of nothing
Anywhere you go, we the topic of discussion
Damn, that's gotta be disgusting
Ugh, shit make you wanna throw up
This is big boy music, this should make you wanna grow up
Flows like syrup, it just make me wanna pour up
And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up
A big fat one, then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They use to call me Jizzle with the stamp in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle
Wass up!

Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby
Put your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real? Hey, well this is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh (This is real as it gets)
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh (This is real as it gets)

This is real as it gets
Yeah, I'm serious