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

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

This story takes place, in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was knockin' off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were to death, every time I walked by
I hear them take 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 visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
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 never
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and of bein' 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 quick
Give me motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a thing stop me

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

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

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

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

See knew in town
That Joe and Tone had shit down
And a wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin' arrest me
(Yeah)

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

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of 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, it's
The fuckin' shit is
Yeah, aiyyo, real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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