Virus (producer) - Real Is Real lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] Anytime any of you punk a** n***as 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 b**h [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Yeah, told my n***a real is real and b**h is b**h If I ain't doing a deal I'm probably with ya b**h You ain't gotta second guess you know I'm with the sh**s 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 n***as moving coke and dope Got the sour, got the haze, we got both to smoke Plus we f** the baddest b**hes, 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 f** sh** you could miss me with [Hook: Von] Uh, listen n***a real is real and b**h is b**h n***a broke is broke and rich is rich So all that in between you could miss me with Yeah all that f** sh** you could miss me with Told my n***a rich is rich and broke is broke Whip it with ya wrist my n***a, dope is dope So all that in between you could miss me with And all that f** sh** you miss me with [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] You could miss me with it s**ing 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' s** all the dicks n***a 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. n***a 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 n***a 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 b**h No promethazine, just some wax and my trippy stix Got ahead flip If I don't get you k**ed I get you pistol whipped Louchy, Kiss and I And some n***as that act ludicrous Send yo a** to Lucifer, show you what elusive is I don't give a f**, 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 sh** All we moves militant Jada gone and kiss the sh** If involving currency I get it done I'm diligent Known for causing homicides when I get the pinning sh** Real is real and b**h is b**h Poor is poor and rich is rich Claim you not a b**h well the f** you in ya feelings b**h I could send a 100 clues they still may never get the jit Smell me n***a get a whiff Pooper scooper up in the sh** Gone [Hook: Von]