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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
Yeah

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I I had a father but the nigga was never 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 gotta get
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the 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 them ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked ass

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

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

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

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

But the shit will stick
I make one phone call and be out like
'Cause Uncle Dan had my
And now niggaz gettin' jealous they know I'm livin' fat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

up
I wanna say to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu
J in the house

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