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

See I just give a fuck and if you had a C skin
A bomber, you was gettin' stuck
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
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 was never there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the nigga out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

See everybody in town
That Joe and Tone had locked down
And a nigga wouldn't 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 Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jealous 'cause know I'm livin' fat

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

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

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

it out
Let me let ya know why I made song
(Why?)
Brothers deal with the real, word is bond

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

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

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

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

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

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

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