Who's Real

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