[fat joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
To all the live motherf**ers, knowhati'msayin?
All the real n***az
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 s**ers were scared to d**h -- every time i walked by
I hear them n***az 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 sh** 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***a was never there
So what the f** was i to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest n***a 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 sh**
And who the cops? well they can s** my motherf**in dick
Cause all them n***az ever do is hara**
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 sh** is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the sh** is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** locked down
And a n***a wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f**in cops arrest me (yea!)
But the sh** will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause uncle dan had my back
And now n***az gettin jealous cause they know i'm livin fat
Talkin sh** 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**h a** n***az know the deal
Check it out, the f**in sh** is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo it's real
The f**in sh** 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***az
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 sh**
Nowadays i can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya b**h-a** n***az know the deal
Check it out, the f**in sh** is real
Hey yo, it's real
Chorus: (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo the sh** is real
Aiyyo it's real
The f**in sh** 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 sh** is real
(*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*)
Aiyyo