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'...