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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
KnowhatI'msayin'?

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, 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 my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up 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 what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the

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

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

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

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, it's
Word up, the 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 main man Tone was fuckin' everybody daughter

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

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

Talkin' shit around the way and on the
But in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock
And my is mad deep
A of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on your
Can't a chain 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 separate the real from the
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 fuckin' is real
Hey yo, real

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

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

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