Fat Joe - The sh** Is Real lyrics

[fat joe] Yeah This is goin out.. To all the live motherf**ers, knowhati'msayin? All the real n***az Bronx, brooklyn, manhattan, queens California Labella puerto rico, wherever the f** you from Knowhati'msayin? yeah This story takes place, back in the south bronx Where at the age of 14 i was already knockin off punks (yeah!) And s**ers were scared to d**h -- every time i walked by I hear them n***az take their last breath (ahhh..) See i just didn't give a f** - 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 sh** 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 to do I'm sick and tired of 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 Give me your motherf**in loot, papi I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me See, i'm tired of this poor sh** 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 get glad when i hear somebody smoked that a** (*gunshot*) Just to let ya know how i feel Word em up, the f**in sh** is real Hey yo, it's real Chorus: (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*) Aiyyo the sh** is real Aiyyo it's real Word up, the sh** is real [fat joe] 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 sh** in check, in 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**in cops arrest me (yea!) But the sh** will never stick I make one phone call and be out like quick Cause uncle dan had my back And now n***az gettin jealous cause they know i'm livin fat Talkin sh** 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 b**h a** n***az know the deal Check it out, the f**in sh** is real Hey yo, it's real Chorus: (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*) Aiyyo it's real The f**in sh** is real Yeah.. aiyyo it's real [fat joe] 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** n***az 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 a** if you ever did a f**in 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 sh** Nowadays i can't believe the bull rappers come up with And all ya b**h-a** n***az know the deal Check it out, the f**in sh** is real Hey yo, it's real Chorus: (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*) Aiyyo the sh** is real Aiyyo it's real The f**in sh** is real [fat joe] 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 sh** is real (*cuts "down on the reel to reel"*) Aiyyo