Drag-on - Who's Real (Ruff Ryders Remix) lyrics

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Drag-on - Who's Real (Ruff Ryders Remix) lyrics

[Swizz] Ruff Ryders, we back ['Kiss] AH-HAH! [Swizz] You know the streets don't know how to act [Intro: DMX] Let's go! (OKAY!) That's what it is man, ya mean? (yeah!) It don't change baby, geah! We got 'Kiss on the joint! (c'mon!) C'mon, we got Swizz on the joint! (c'mon!) [Hook: Swizz Beatz] + (DMX) He's phony, she's fake (she's fake!) That's the type of people I hate (I hate!) If you real and you know it clap your hands (clap your hands) {​​*clap clap*}​​ If you real and you know it clap your hands (clap your hands) {​​*clap clap*}​​ [Interlude: Swizz Beatz] + (DMX) Wait a minute - who's real, who's not? (who's not?) She's real, but he's not (he's not!) If you real and you know it clap your hands (clap your hands) {​​*clap clap*}​​ If you real and you know it clap your hands {​​*clap clap*}​​ [Jadakiss] + (Swizz) Remix, uh-huh, remix Clap clap, clap, AH-HAH! (Jada Jada!) Yo, you know what I do to you Turn your festivities right into a funeral, the body look beautiful Now you could let 'em know it's real wherever 'Kiss at Ya face get broke though, I don't know who could fix that Might have to ask 'Ye that, I don't play that I was movin that Vana White before Sajack 500 stacks in the condo, pronto Handshakes, eye contact when I convo Fake and the phony don't mix Real homies roll thick, real Roleys don't tick You're lyin - and your stupid a** chains How the f** you expect people to believe them is real diamonds (E-V-E!) [Eve] + (Swizz) Now.. who's fake, who's real? Top chick in the game wear the crown still Yeah, I vacated for a while Mocha tan got ya man goin wild Maserati the body, charmed out the Bugatti Can't nobody stop me, all they could do is watch me Now freeze (freeze) chill (chill) Where my ladies in the place that's real? (oh yeah) [Hook] - without DMX ad libs [Drag-On] + (Swizz) (Get 'em Drag!) I go to sleep as a gremlin and wake up as a demon Be a four-headed monster by the afternoon Now the n***a sold me a scope and the lens don't zoom (so what?) Now I gotta run up on 'em, BOOM! My flow sound like the definition of Attica Extended the A-R to give it more stamina Knock knock, who's the next challenger? So I can embarra** 'em on camera (S.P. the Ghost) [Styles P] + (Swizz) I'm like Billy the Kid or Bill Gates Deal with the real and never the real fake E'rybody hustlin and they all deal weight When they get around them thugs they don't all feel safe (bounce on 'em) Every rapper Blood or Crip that gon' bang You be with the cops who's soft a** gang Come to D-Block you would've lost that chain Or an M-16 woulda offed yo' brain (D-Block, Sheek Louch!) [Sheek Louch] + (Swizz) If you keep that hammer on your waist, clap your hands No j**elry, just a couple rubber bands Yeah, you real and you know it, take the skinny jeans back Take the Auto-Tune off and stop actin all soft If you love it in the hood, clap your hands Late night strip club, mami do the dance Yeah, Sheek Louch, Donnie the Gorilla got cake yo Lay low, eyes closed, I see who's fake though (Ruff Ryders!) [Hook] [DMX] Okay okay, let 'em go, Dog keep them fightin n***as don't know then, let's get to fightin Y'all walk like that, but I walk like this Y'all look the other way but I'm startin sh** f** y'all n***as who ain't built like Dog B.F.W. - Built For War! I LIKE this hook, I LIKE this beat This the type of sh** that let me talk to the street Been in the game, winnin the game Still in the game, cause of you it's still a game Y'all n***as is still playin, but I don't (NOT) Y'all n***as apologize, but I won't (NOT) Let Dog go last to air sh** out Beast on the track, I'mma bear sh** out Go go gorilla! I'm a hostile n***a That's what you get for runnin your mouth n***as [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Ruff Ryders, Ryders, Ryders, Ryders...

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