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- Fat Joe The Shit Is Real 歌詞
- Fat Joe
- Yeah
This is going out to all the live motherf**kers knowhatumsayin
All the real niggaz Bronx Brooklyn Manhattan Queens California
La Perla Puerto Rico whatever the f** k youre from youknowhatumsayin
Yeah
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 didnt give a f**k
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 f**ked up back then
No matter what the f**k 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 f**k was I had to do
When sick and tired to being the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine I gotta get cash
I see an old man Im gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Gimme your motherf**king loot popi
Im going to get paid and cant a damn thing stop me
See Im tired of this porshit
And who the cops well they can suck my motherf**king dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
Thats why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass gunshot
Just to let ya know how I feel word em up
The f* *king shit is real
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo its real
The f**king shit is real
Now Im sixteen and theres a brand new scene
Im making mad dupe getting paid off the dope fiends word
Deep in shit the checking order
And my main man tone was f**king everybody elses daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldnt test me
It seems like every other day the f**king cops arrest me yea
But the shit would never stick
I make one phone call and hell be out by quick
Cause uncle tan had my back
And now niggaz getting jealous cause they know Im living fat
Talking shit around the way and over block
But never in my face cause they knew Id clap the glock
And my crew is mad deep
Im punching crazy puerto rican so why yo dont sleep word
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal check it out
The f**king shit is real
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo its real
The f**king shit is real
Aiyyo its real
Let me let ya know why I made this song why
Brothers cant deal with the real word is bond
Im sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
Saying that theyre catching bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know ya style Ive seen it before
You wearing army suit now you think youre hardcore
Drinking on your 40s smoking on your blunts
Then afford a chainsaw yo there ho fronts yeah
You faking the funk kid
And youd be kidnapped the ass if you ever did a f**king bid
Its 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 cant believe the bull boo rappers come up with
And all y all bitch ass niggaz know the deal check it out
The f**king shit is real
Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo its real
The f**king shit is real
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 digging in the crates crew
And rest in peace to my man tony montana
Aiyo Im out word is bond
The shit is real
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