The Shit Is Real

Yeah, this is goin' out To all the live motherf**kers, knowhatI'msayin'? All the real niggaz Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California LaBella, Puerto Rico, wherever the f**k you from KnowhatI'msayin'? Yeah This story takes place, back in the South Bronx Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off punks (Yeah) And s*ckers were scared to death, every time I walked by I hear them niggaz take their last breath (Ah) See I just didn't give a f**k 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 shit was f**ked up back then No matter what the f**k I did I never had no ends And my mom's was on welfare Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was never there So what the f**k 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 motherf**kin' 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 s*ck my motherf**kin' d**k 'Cause all them niggaz ever do is hara*s That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that a*s Just to let ya know how I feel Word 'em up, the f**kin' 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 (Word) Keep the shit in check, in order And my main man Tone was f**kin' 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 f**kin' cops arrest me (Yeah) 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 (Word) And all you bitch a*s niggaz know the deal Check it out, the f**kin' shit is real Hey yo, it's real Aiyyo, it's real The f**kin' shit is real Yeah, aiyyo, it's real 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*s 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 forty'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*s if you ever did a f**kin' 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 a*s niggaz know the deal Check it out, the f**kin' shit is real Hey yo, it's real Aiyyo, the shit is real Aiyyo, it's real The f**kin' 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, aiyyo