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

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

This story 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 them niggaz take their last breath
(Ah)

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

One day I went to my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
No matter what the 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 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 quick
Give me your loot, papi
I'm get paid and can't a damn thing stop me

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

Just to let ya how I feel
'em up, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on your
afford a chain so you wear 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 real the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you me
I come with the ruff shit
I can't 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 is real
Aiyyo, real
The fuckin' is real

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

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