Artist: Jadakiss f/ Sheek Louch, Young Buck Album: Top 5 Dead or Alive Song: Realest in the Game Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Jadakiss] HA-HAHHHHH! {"Arkatech Beatz"} [Chorus 2X: Jadakiss] Realest, niggaz, in the game, left Realest, niggaz, in the game, left Realest, niggaz, in the game, left As I, look around, we the, realest, in the game, left [Young Buck] Yo, dope boy really touched the work I push pounds of purp, a nigga been illegal My auntie runnin out of dog food She put cocaine in a syringe needle You ain't never been to the pen' either You ain't never came 'round here to spend either Niggaz ain't sparin no friends either Nigga roll with you, then leave ya I'm servin my neighbor, I'm gettin the paper We all strapped, we like a small Al-Qaeda I'm tellin my niggaz let's get rich Fuck this shit, we can fall out later Roll up, I got five new flavors Twelve new gauges and nine new haters Gotta watch these bands 'fore this little white man try to come and find who paid us What you know about the cartel boss lookin at you sayin, "Damn you know what you made us?" And you talk about fuckin with this rap shit Nah nigga, you must be crazy 36 ounces, you must been waitin I blew up though from what you gave me I grew up though, you know who raised me Where's your account? You must didn't save me [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Sheek Louch] Yo, uhh, fuck what they be yellin Niggaz rap about guns and street life, them niggaz be tellin They don't know about real They ain't never been broke, mob nothin, they ain't ever been to jail They don't know about beef goin back and forth Late night on the block 'til the Mac go off Nigga just came home and he back up north E'rybody where you from know your block is soft Hold up! Let me fill my cup Let's toast to them boys, they ain't ever broke up (L.O.X.) And we battled everybody and never choked up All we do is get money and stay smoked up (light up some) I done stuffed my hawk I poke one of you niggaz with that industry talk We the realest everywhere, not just New York Been eatin worldwide, you see my fork Uh, what you know about me? Street nigga, half the shit I can't I-G (yeah!) Hope the cops can't ID Things my son can not see (whoa!) Let the trey-pound go Light up, let the whole pound blow (light up) I'm lit, you should see my show R-r-real nigga just to let y'all KNOW! (huh?) [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Jadakiss] More money, same nigga (yeah) Better frame, same picture (uh-huh) Feds is watchin, why they ain't get ya? They ain't ya niggaz, they ain't with ya (nope) You don't see 'em and they say they missed ya All the bad luck and hate they wished ya (yeah) You and your homie, different casket Same pastor, same scripture I'm in the hood where the drugs is (yeah) Never that far away from where the plug is (naw) Homemade corn liquor and the tub is down bottom to where it hot where the bugs is Object is to rise up above this Why you think all the real niggaz love 'Kiss? (Why?) Cause the 'gram got people so caught up with likes muh'fuckers forgot what real love is Mmm, check it Right off the back of them big 18-wheelers Uhh, as soon as I get it It go to the dealers Yeah, they-they-they been fuckin with us I know that they feel us Woo! Ain't too much to say cause they know we the realest Hahhhh! [Chorus]