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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, back in the Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every I walked by
I them niggaz 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 to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See was fucked up back then
No what the fuck I did I never had no ends
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 the bummiest nigga out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm sick and tired of fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that catchin' 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 a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you did a fuckin' bid

It's time to separate the from the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come up with

And all ya bitch ass niggaz the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is
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, Nation
Jazzy J in the

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