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Yeah, is goin' out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the niggaz

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

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

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

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was fucked up back
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin' around the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy 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, real
The shit is real
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

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

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

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

time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act you know me
I equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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