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Yeah, is goin' out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the real

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

This story takes place, back in the 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 niggaz their last breath
(Ah)

See I didn't give a fuck and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was gettin'
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up then
No what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I I had a father but the nigga was never there
So what the 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 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'
'Cause all niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear smoked that ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on blunts
Can't a chain 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 separate the real from the
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the shit
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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