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Yeah, this is out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the real

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Puerto Rico, wherever the you from
KnowhatI'msayin'?

This story takes place, back in the Bronx
at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I by
I hear them take their last breath
(Ah)

See I just didn't a fuck and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was stuck
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See was fucked up back then
No what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a but the nigga was never there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the nigga out the crew

I gotta get mine, I get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the fast
Give me motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn stop me

See I'm tired of poor shit and who the cops?
Well, they can suck my motherfuckin'
'Cause all them niggaz ever do is
That's why I get glad when I somebody smoked that ass

to let ya know how I feel
Word 'em up, the fuckin' shit is
Hey yo, it's

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, it's
Word up, the is real

Now I'm and there's a brand new scene
I'm mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends
(Word)
Keep the in check, in order
And my main man was fuckin' everybody else's daughter

See knew in town
That Joe and Tone had shit down
And a wouldn't test me
It like every other day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

But the shit never stick
I make one phone call and be out quick
'Cause Dan had my back
And now niggaz jealous 'cause they know I'm livin' fat

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A bunch of Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

And all you bitch ass niggaz know the
it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, real
The fuckin' shit is
Yeah, aiyyo, real

it out
Let me let ya know why I this song
(Why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, is bond

I'm sick and tired of fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're

Drinkin' on forty's, smokin' on your blunts
afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid

It's time to separate the real from the
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff
Nowadays I can't believe the bull come up with

And all ya bitch ass niggaz the deal
it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, it's
The fuckin' is real

up
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The
of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Nation
Jazzy J in the

Diamond D, the whole in the crates crew
And rest in to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The shit is real,