| He’s phony, she’s fake
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| That’s the type of people I hate
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| Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada
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| Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
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| He’s phony, she’s fake
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| That’s the type of people I hate
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Wait a minute, who’s real, who’s not?
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| She’s real but he’s not
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move
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| Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise
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| 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose
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| The love overpowers the hate by twos
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| All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
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| It’s real when the funeral wait to make the news
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| so we six up on 'em
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| So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on 'em
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| He’s phony, she’s fake
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| That’s the type of people I hate
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Wait a minute, who’s real, who’s not?
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| She’s real but he’s not
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Who’s phony, who’s fake?
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| on eights
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| Life’s good, I’m straight
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| Clap your hands one at a time, you were late
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| Can’t keep it 100 then the ones I hate
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| But I’ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake
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| Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes
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| Young Juiceman I should warn off my plates
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| He’s phony, she’s fake
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| That’s the type of people I hate
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Who’s real, who’s not?
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| She’s real but he’s not
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Yeah yo, pocket full of cash, wallet fulla class
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| In and out the lane, dippin' through the traffic
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| We ain’t hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics
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| Couple of flips and they stash it, vastly
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| Real gon' recognize real, phony gon recognize steel
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| I reckon I will 'xpose those who are, if you ain’t what you are
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| I don’t gon' too far, sorry, muah
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| Get yourself a fresh flesh or a new scar
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| Bullet holes on the side of your new car
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| Load up the AR, spray yo, kayo
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| It’s real on this side, phony where ever they are
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| He’s phony, she’s fake
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| That’s the type of people I hate
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| Wait a minute, who’s real, who’s not?
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| She’s real but he’s not
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands
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| If you’re real and you know it, clap your hands |