(feat. Swizz Beatz, OJ Da Juiceman)
[Intro: Swizz Beatz (Jadakiss)]

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)



[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate

If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]

If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]

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 [clap clap]

If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]



[Jadakiss]

AH-HAHHHH! Uhh, 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



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[OJ Da Juiceman]

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



[Chorus w/ ad libs]



[Jadakiss]

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!



[Chorus w/ ad libs]