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

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Rico, wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin'?

story takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I by
I hear them niggaz take 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 to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a but the nigga was never there
So the fuck 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 loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and a damn thing stop me

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

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

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

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

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

But the shit never stick
I make one phone call and be out like
'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 knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't
(Word)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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