Yeah This is goin out
to all the live mother ers
knowhatumsayin All the real niggaz
Bronx
Brooklyn
Manhattan
Queens
California La Perla
Puerto Rico
whatever the you re from
youknowhatumsayin Yeah Verse One: This story takes place
back in the South Bronx Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin off punks (yeah!) And suckers were scared to death Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..) See
I just didn t give a And if you had a seed skin
I let the bomba you was getting stuck (word!) That was the way it was One day I went to visit my aunt
and stuck up my cous See
something was ed up back then No matter what the I did
I never had no ends And my moms was on walfare Aiyyo I knew I had a father
but the nigga was never there So what the was I had to do When sick and tired to bein the bummiest nigga out the crew I gotta get mine
I gotta get cash! I see an old man
I m gonna rob him with the quick-fast Gimme your mother ing loot
popi I m goin to get paid and can t a damn thing stop me See
I m tired of this porshit And who the cops? Well they can suck my mother in dick! Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass That s why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass ( gunshot ) Just to let ya know how I feel
word em up The in shit is real Chorus: ( background cuts "Down on the real" ) Aiyyo its real Aiyyo the shit is real The in shit is real Aiyyo its real Verse Two: Now I m sixteen and there s a brand new scene I m makin mad dupe
gettin paid off the dope fiends (word) ?Deep in shit? the checkin order
and my main man Tone was in everybody else s daughter See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit locked down And a nigga wouldn t test me It seems like every other day the ing cops arrest me (yea!) But the shit would never stick I make one phone call and he ll be out by quick Cause uncle Tan had my back And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I m livin fat Talkin shit around the way and over block But never in my face cause they knew I d clap the glock And my crew is mad deep I m punchin crazy puerto rican
so why yo don t sleep (word!) And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
check it out The ing shit is real Chorus Verse Three: Let me let ya know why I made this song (why!?) Brothers can t deal with the real
word is bond I m sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz Sayin that they re catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga I know ya style
I ve seen it before You wearin army suit
now you think you re Drinkin on your 40 s
smokin on your blunts Then afford a chainsaw
yo there ho fronts ,yeah You fakin the funk
kid And you d be ?kidnapped? the ass if you ever did a ing bid It s time to separate the real from the phony The name is Fat Joe
punk
act like you know me I come from crypt with that ruff shit Nowadays I can t believe the ?bull/boo? rappers come up with And all y all bitch ass niggaz know the deal
check it out The in shit is real Chorus Outro: Word up! I wanna say peace to my peeps
the Beatnuts Messengers Of Funk
strictly Roots My man Four Flex
Zulu Nation Jazzy J in the house Diamond D
the whole Diggin In The Crates crew And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana Aiyo
I m out
word is bond The shit is real ( Premier cuts "Fat Joe s in town" ) |
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