Who's Real

Jadakiss

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    He's phony, she's fake
    That's the type of people I hate (uhh)
    Hey, hey, Jada Jada! (AH-HAHHHH!) Jada Jada!
    Point 'em out, point 'em out (uh)
    Point 'em out (uhh)

    He's phony, she's fake
    That's the type of people I hate
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

    Wait a minute - who's real, who's not?
    She's real, but he's not
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

    Yeah, yo
    Gun's gon' clap, packs gon' move
    Blood get drawn, skin gon' bruise
    Real gon' win, the fake gon' lose
    The love overpowers the hate by twos
    All they left was the yellow tape and his shoes
    It's real when the funeral and wake make the news
    Load the trey-pound so we six up on 'em
    So when they act phony we just switch up on 'em, what

    He's phony, she's fake
    That's the type of people I hate
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

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    Wait a minute - who's real, who's not?
    She's real, but he's not
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

    Who's phony, who's fake?
    Silver Hummer, on eights
    Life's good, I'm straight
    Clap your hands one time you relate
    Can't keep it 100, them the ones I hate
    But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones that fake
    Red and black car on the red chrome skates
    Young Juiceman push a burner on my plate

    He's phony, she's fake
    That's the type of people I hate
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

    Wait a minute - who's real, who's not?
    She's real, but he's not
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

    Uh, yeah, yo
    Pocket full of cash, wallet full of plastic
    In and out the lanes, dippin through the traffic
    We ain't hustlin no more, we doin gymnastics
    Couple of flips and then stash it, bastards
    Real gon' recognize real
    Phony gon' recognize steel, I reckon I will
    expose those who are, if you ain't or you are
    I done gone too far, sorry, MWAH
    Get yourself a fresh flesh wound or a new scar
    Bullet holes all on the side of your new car
    Load up the A-R, spray y'all, okay y'all?
    It's real on this side, phony wherever they are, what!

    He's phony, she's fake
    That's the type of people I hate
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

    Wait a minute - who's real, who's not?
    She's real, but he's not
    If you real and you know it clap your hands
    If you real and you know it clap your hands

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    Composición: K. Dean, J. Phillips, O. Williams y N. Levy

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