The Shit Is Real

Yeah
This is goin out
To all the live motherfuckers
Know what I'm saying?
All the real niggaz
Bronx Brooklyn Manhattan Queens California
LaBella Puerto Rico
Wherever the fuck you from
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah
This story takes place back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of 14
I was already knockin off punks
And suckers were scared to death
Every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath
See I just didn't give a fuck
And if you had a C-skin
A leather bomber you was gettin stuck
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt
And stuck up my cuz
See shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck 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 fuck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest
Nigga 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 motherfuckin loot papi
I'm gonna get paid
And can't a damn thing stop me
See I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops?
Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad
When I hear somebody smoked that ass
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo it's real
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up the shit is real
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot
Gettin paid off the dope fiends
Keep the shit in check in order
And my main man Tone
Was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
That Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day
The fuckin cops arrest me
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous
Cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit 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
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo it's real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
Yeah aiyyo it's real
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song
Brothers can't deal with the real word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
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 ass
If you ever did a fuckin 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 shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull
Rappers come up with
And all ya bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo it's real
Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
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 shit is real