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

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Puerto Rico, wherever the 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 scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz their last breath
(Ah)

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

One day I went to my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was up back then
No matter the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the shit never stick
I one phone call 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 never in my face, they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on blunts
Can't 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 you know me
I come with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the rappers come up with

And all ya bitch ass niggaz know the
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is
Hey yo, it's

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, it's
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

D, the whole diggin' in the crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The shit is real,