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

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

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

Aiyyo, I I had a father 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 gotta get
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him the quick fast
Give me your loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing me

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

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
up, the shit is real

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

See everybody knew in
Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga test me
It seems like every other day the cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

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

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

Aiyyo, it's
The fuckin' is real
Yeah, aiyyo, real

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on your
Can't afford a chain so you gold fronts, yeah
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you did a fuckin' bid

It's time to separate the from the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come with the ruff shit
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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