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Yeah, this is out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the niggaz

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

This story takes place, back in the South
at the age of fourteen, I was already 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 give a fuck 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 back
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, it's
Word up, the is real

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

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

But the shit will stick
I make one phone call and be out quick
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 in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

it out
Let me let ya why I made this song
(Why?)
Brothers deal with the real, word is bond

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

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

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

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

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

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

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