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

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

This story takes place, in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every 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 gettin'
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was fucked up then
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shit around 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 crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

I'm sick and of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they bodies 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 blunts
Can't afford a chain so you gold fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a bid

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

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

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

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

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