Fat Joe - sh** Is Real Pt. Iii lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Slow motion baby, unh Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth sh** is realla then real sh** is realla then real My true n***as walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard? [Fat Joe] Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening? Why you had to take Pun, someone so young Had so much more to live for, as real as they come Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story But did they tell you how he provided for forty family members, grandmas to shorties Even my seeds ate off the big homie How could you deceive your kids like that? Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track How could I jus stand there and not react? And I'm jus about sick of all you side line n***as You know, do anything for the lime light n***as I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna [Chorus: Fat Joe] sh** is realla then you think, man you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Jus a simple dice game will get a muthaf**a k**ed The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard? [Fat Joe] f**, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love Cuz soon as sh** pop off n***as knuckle love n***as accusing me of f**in 'em up! I'm like "hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?" Part time live n***as dabbeling d** See a rapper think of a lucrative deal But youse a b**h if you choosing to squeel It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma As for me I stay being the realest Admired by politicans, street thugs and k**ers I keep feeding the street but the street feed back Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks But never dat, see I keep long money and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour Busting my a** to make my fans future secure Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin All of a sudden n***as talkin like "Joey be frontin" The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems Jealousy's a muthaf**a Who'd a thought the same n***as you be feeding be the muthaf**az coming for ya I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya When it's all said and done I follow my dreams Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin [Chorus]