[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Everybody talkin' gats, really don't pack 'em
98% of these rappers is all actors
Stay frontin', like you wild out and spray somethin'
Come to find out, you ain't never slay nuttin'
Think it's the game, gon' lose the sport
I seen dude's get bruised through fort
Then choose the court, a news report
They just pursed the court
If you even think of bustin', they ass'll sooth your thoughts
A damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair game
Niggas will lift you off your feet wit the Can-yan
Three in the chest and one in the palm
For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm
For these tracks, I'm a fiend like a soldier in 'Nam
Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz
Fuck love, here we believe in nothin but slugs
[Chorus: Prospect & Fat Joe]
[Prospect]
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill
[Fat Joe]
He's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Verse 2: Prospect]
Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
I'll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased
Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
I'm givin him terror, for the new millenium era
Automatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leather
Poppin' champagne like we celebrating whatever
Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin the crowd
Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style
He love the way I do this, leavin niggas clueless
It's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew this
My twin lugers, cock and squeeze, we stoppin G's
You better follow up, these niggas can't rock wit these
Straight up, I speak life threw the micro
Sprayin the town, and layin it down like whoa!
[Chorus: Prospect, Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
[Prospect]
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill
[Prospect]
He's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal....
[Remy Ma]
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real
[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
Remy Ma
Just in case they ask ya who said that (me)
All these bitches in this industry is dead wack (trash)
And I'm dead nice (cash)
And I show real
And ya hoes is just gassed like Mobil
And rap to wack is something I don't feel
And I don't lie (nope)
I just smoke lies
You broke
And everybody know you choke (pussy bitch)
You ain't never live la vida loca
I make shit bubble
Check fizz like soda
Remy's that bitch
And you know that
Joe's the garden (BX)
Prospect's the squad (TS)
And he reps the Bronx
And it's all about us, fuck ya'll (nigga)
I rap but I'm no a rapper
Bitch, I'm quick to slap a bitch
Another spaz on your ass
Remy be attacking shit
Poppin shit
But I'm back in it
Back in the act we got the mac in it
You are fraudulent
And all my shit's immaculate
[Chorus: Prospect, Fat Joe & Remy Ma] x2
[Prospect]
Always you see him in the club frontin wit the ice grill....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel.....
[Fat Joe]
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
Always see him wit bodyguards and rap like he kill
[fat Joe]
He's alright, but he's not real
[Prospect]
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gonna squeal....
[Remy Ma]
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real
