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

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

This story takes place, back in the South
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every I walked by
I hear them niggaz take last breath
(Ah)

See I didn't give 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 visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See was fucked up back then
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

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

I gotta get mine, I get cash
I see an old man, I'm rob him with the quick fast
me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and a damn thing stop me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all you bitch ass niggaz know the
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 why I made this song
(Why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is

I'm sick and tired of these ass niggaz
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when 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
Can't afford a so you wear gold fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a bid

It's time to the real from the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull come up with

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

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

up
I wanna say to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly
My man Funk Flex, 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,