The Beatnuts - The sh** is Real lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah This is goin out.. To all the live motherf**ers, knowhatI'msayin? All the real n***as Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens California LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the f** you from KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah [Verse One] 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***as 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 wealthfare 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***as 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 [Verse Two] 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***as 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***as 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 [Verse Three] 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***as 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***as 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 [Outro] Word up! I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts Mesanjarz of Funk, Strickly Roots My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation Jazzy Jay 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