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Yeah, this is out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the niggaz

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

See I just didn't give a and if you had a C skin
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 what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a but the nigga was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the 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 motherfuckin' loot,
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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