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

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

This story takes place, back in the Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, 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 bomber, you was gettin' stuck
(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 never had no
And my was on welfare

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and of bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew

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

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

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

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, it's
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)
Keep the shit in check, in
And my main man Tone was fuckin' everybody daughter

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

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

Talkin' shit 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, sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

I'm and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that catchin' bodies when they 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, on your blunts
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 is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't the bull rappers come up with

And all ya bitch ass know the deal
Check it out, the shit is real
Hey yo, real

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

up
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The
Messengers of Funk, Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu
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 shit is real,