Young Jeezy - Real Is Back 2 Intro lyrics

[Lead in: Young Jeezy] Just coolin'... [x6] Look... I was a boy in the hood before I ever knew Puffy b**h I been a made man, dare you muh'f**as 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 n***as don't really want it with 'cool J' I guess it's me against the world, God damn, what can I say? Just coolin'... [x6] [Young Jeezy:] Look... I was a boy in the hood before I ever knew Puffy b**h I been a made man, dare you muh'f**as to touch me Guess I was too legit, like hammer, they couldn't touch me Made a livin' off Arm & Hammer, guess I was lucky (Go) Y'all n***as 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 n***as How you think they got on the map? I earthed n***as Keep buying bullsh** chains, and pay some homage Sell your music from the side of the road, the sh** is garbage Look at Young, came right back applying pressure Just know that I'm a die by mine, might need a stretcher (Look) Look at me, I'm back on my sh**, 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 b**h, I'm buying so many watches, might buy an arm (Yeeeahhhhhhh) Fresh as the white as I'm sellin' ya, a living legend Street Bible say when I die, I'll live in Heaven But just in case a n***a don't make it, see you in Hell The streets ain't f**ing 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 cla**, no cap and gown Copped that candy-cane Lam' on they a**, who's capping now? {Lam' - Lamborghini Man these muh'f**as hating to hate, that's what I hate And deep down way in their soul, they know I'm great Muthaf**as acting like I ain't did it, like I ain't done it Then Michael Jackson up my lanes, and b**h I run it I can see the finish line from here, I might sprint Remember nothing inside my pockets but white lint I should charge you mothaf**as to roam, just like Sprint I'm used to bussin' licks all on my phone, behind tint {Bussin' - Busting) I'm from where n***as 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 a** And I was the one keepin' it real, when they was fakin' And I was the one to serve you a deal, when they was bakin' Can paint a picture using my words, look like they posing You know my chains like to dance in the light, look like they broken I used to risk my life, that's everyday, that trap life Make these muh'f**as mad cause I know what that trap like Y'all got these mothaf**as faking they street, they really sidewalk n***a don't say what they mean, they really side talk Fresh Airmax, a hundred miles, and runnin' I do it for them n***as, a hundred pounds and comin' And damn right that boy ain't playing, he bite back Know how to say right sh** on the right track And everybody ordering beef, I had a steak Serve me two to the head, my momma' gon' cry a lake Til my casket drop I'm chasing this cash, where will it stop? Bet my b**h went to bed masturbating, listening to Pac They love me when I was here, but will they mourn me? Ten deep on the side of the road, in that Californy Damn right, TMZ they on me, but they ain't tell you 'bout them two 40 cals was on me Extend-o with them long a** clips, them b**hes heavy And ain't no more playing, GA, cause b**h I'm ready. 'The Real'...