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

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Rico, wherever the fuck you from
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, time I walked by
I hear them take their 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 went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was up back then
No what 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 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 gotta get
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick
Give me your motherfuckin' loot,
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn stop me

See I'm tired of this poor 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 how I feel
Word 'em up, the fuckin' shit is
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, the shit is
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 shit in check, in
And my main man was fuckin' everybody else's daughter

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

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

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

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

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

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 fake ass
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when they never a trigga
I know your style, I've it before
You wear an army suit, now you you're hardcore

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

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

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

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

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

Diamond D, the whole diggin' in the crates
And rest in to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The is real, aiyyo