Real Is Real

[Intro: Diddy] Anytime any of you punk ass niggas wanna say I took something from you I never take nothing from you I work too hard for mine baby I go hard in this paint right here You know what I love this Ima give it you before I take it from you bitch [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Yeah, told my nigga real is real and bitch is bitch If I ain't doing a deal I'm probably with ya bitch You ain't gotta second guess you know I'm with the shits I don't care about ya rep you know I get ya heaaadd Yeah, rich is rich and broke is broke You already know my niggas moving coke and dope Got the sour, got the haze, we got both to smoke Plus we fuck the baddest bitches, that's from coast to coast Get yaself robbed, stabbed, or pistol whipped Mm, wherever we at you know we gets it lit Shoot you in that same mouth that you dissed me with But all that fuck shit you could miss me with [Hook: Von] Uh, listen nigga real is real and bitch is bitch Nigga broke is broke and rich is rich So all that in between you could miss me with Yeah all that fuck shit you could miss me with Told my nigga rich is rich and broke is broke Whip it with ya wrist my nigga, dope is dope So all that in between you could miss me with And all that fuck shit you miss me with [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] You could miss me with it Sucking my dick all night then she go home and kiss you with What you jealous for? Cause I'm on tour, and I ain't standing in front of no store? With a beer in my hand, one blunt rolled 3 grams, talking about moving raw Where the lawyer at? Where that bail money? Where them 100 racks when it's real money Rich is rich broke is broke Sour, haze, smoke is smoke I'm getting money when I ain't awoke When them guns is out it ain't a joke Bottles pop, them trippy stix Got her wallin' out on them IG pics Take her home for a couples of bucks 2 chainz voice' suck all the dicks Nigga we don't care about you When it go down we don't care we shoot As long is that money's there in that duffel bag B.I.G. nigga gimme the loot I learned from Puff, I learned from Hov Baking soda I learned the stove Did the coupe, did the rove Got millions nigga if I'm getting old [Hook: Von] [Verse 3: Styles P] They told you money talk, what it's saying to you? 100 shots fired they ain't playing with ya All that in between you could miss me with I'm in the limousine, French cuisine, with some prissy bitch No promethazine, just some wax and my trippy stix Got ahead flip If I don't get you killed I get you pistol whipped Louchy, Kiss and I And some niggas that act ludicrous Send yo ass to Lucifer, show you what elusive is I don't give a fuck, I sit my dick on medusa's lips I ain't got a gun I get you hawked with a crucifix This is Ghost, this dblock, this is LOX This is *gun sounds* till your head a mess [Verse 4: Von] Moving with the tooly they done got me on my drilling shit All we moves militant Jada gone and kiss the shit If involving currency I get it done I'm diligent Known for causing homicides when I get the pinning shit Real is real and bitch is bitch Poor is poor and rich is rich Claim you not a bitch well the fuck you in ya feelings bitch I could send a 100 clues they still may never get the jit Smell me nigga get a whiff Pooper scooper up in the shit Gone [Hook: Von]