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

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Rico, wherever the fuck you from
Yeah

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

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

One day I went to visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up then
No matter what the fuck I did I had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I I had a father but the nigga was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of the bummiest nigga out the crew

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

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

Just to let ya know how I
Word 'em up, the shit is real
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 makin' mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope
(Word)
Keep the in check, in order
And my main man Tone was fuckin' everybody daughter

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

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

shit around the way and on the block
But in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't
(Word)

And all you bitch ass know the deal
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 deal with the real, word is bond

I'm and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when they pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it
You an army suit, now you think you're hardcore

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

time to separate the real from the phony
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 know the
Check it out, the fuckin' is real
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, real
The shit is real

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

Diamond D, the whole diggin' in the crew
And in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, is bond
The is real, aiyyo