{Fat Joe}
Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherf***ers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real n****z
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the f*** you from
KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by
I hear them n****z take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a f*** - and if you had a C-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
See s*** was f***ed up back then
No matter what the f*** I did I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the n**** was never there
So what the f*** was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest n**** 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
Give me your motherf***in loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor s***
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherf***in d***
Cause all them n****z ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that a** (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the f***in s*** is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the s*** is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the s*** is real
{Fat Joe}
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the s*** in check, in order
and my main man Tone was f***in everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had s*** locked down
And a n**** wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f***in cops arrest me (yea!)
But the s*** will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now n****z gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin s*** around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you b**** a** n****z know the deal
Check it out, the f***in s*** is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo it's real
The f***in s*** is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real
{Fat Joe}
Check it out
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 a** n****z
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the a** if you ever did a f***in bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff s***
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya b****-ass n****z know the deal
Check it out, the f***in s*** is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the s*** is real
Aiyyo it's real
The f***in s*** is real
{Fat Joe}
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk 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
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The s*** is real
