[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI`msayin?
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck 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 niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn`t give a fuck - 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 shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck 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 fuck was I to do
I`m sick and tired of 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
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I`m gonna get paid, and can`t a damn thing stop me
See, I`m tired of this poor shit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That`s why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it`s real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it`s real
Word up, the shit 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 shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin 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 fuckin cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I`m livin fat
Talkin shit 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 bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it`s real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo it`s real
The fuckin shit 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 ass niggaz
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 ass if you ever did a fuckin 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 shit
Nowadays I can`t believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it`s real
Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it`s real
The fuckin shit 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 shit is real
(*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo
