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

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you
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, every time I by
I hear them take their last breath
(Ah)

See I just give 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 was fucked up back then
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and of bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew

I gotta get mine, I get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick
Give me your loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn stop me

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

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

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

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

See everybody in town
That Joe and Tone had shit locked
And a nigga wouldn't me
It seems like every other day the cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on your
Can't afford a so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you 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 with the ruff shit
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come up with

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
The shit is real

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

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