Fat Joe - The sh** Is Real (dj Premier Remix) lyrics

Yeah This is goin' out ... to all the live motherf**ers, knowhatumsayin' All the real n***az, bronx, brooklyn, manhattan, queens, california La perla, puerto rico, whatever the f** 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 s**ers were scared to d**h Every time i walked by i hit them n***az take their last breath (ahhh..) See, i just didn't give a f** 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**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 had to do When sick and tired to 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 Gimme your motherf**ing loot, popi I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me See, i'm tired of this porsh** 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 came glad when i heard somebody swooped that a** (*gunshot*) Just to let ya know how i feel, word'em up The f**in' sh** is real Chorus: (*background cuts "down on the real"*) Aiyyo its real Aiyyo the sh** is real The f**in sh** 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 sh**?* the checkin 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**ing cops arrest me (yea!) But the sh** would never stick I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick Cause uncle tan had my back And now n***az gettin' jealous cause they know i'm livin' fat Talkin sh** 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 b**h a** n***az know the deal, check it out The f**ing sh** 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 a** n***az 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 hardcore 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 a** if you ever did a f**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 sh** Nowadays i can't believe the *?bull/boo?* rappers come up with And all y'all b**h a** n***az know the deal, check it out The f**in sh** 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 sh** is real (*premier cuts "fat joe's in town"*)