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Yeah, this is out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the niggaz

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

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

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

One day I went to visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I I had a father but the nigga was never there
So what the 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 gonna rob him with the fast
Give me your motherfuckin' loot,
I'm gonna get and can't a damn thing stop me

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

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

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

Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new
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 in town
That Joe and Tone had shit down
And a nigga test me
It seems like every day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

Talkin' shit around the way and on the
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, sleep
(Word)

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

Aiyyo, real
The shit is real
Yeah, aiyyo, real

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

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

on your forty's, smokin' on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you gold fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid

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

And all ya bitch ass know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is
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, Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu
Jazzy J in the

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