The Shit Is Real

Yeah

This is going out to all the live motherf**kers knowhatumsayin

All the real niggaz Bronx Brooklyn Manhattan Queens California

La Perla Puerto Rico whatever the f**k you're from youknowhatumsayin

Yeah

This story takes place back in the South Bronx

Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin off punks yeah

And suckers were scared to death

Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath ahhh

See I just didn't give a f**k

And if you had a seed skin I let the bomba you was getting stuck

Word

That was the way it was

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my cous

See something was f**ked up back then

No matter what the f**k 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 f**k was I had to do

When sick and tired to being 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

Gimme your motherf**king loot popi

I'm going to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me

See I'm tired of this porshit

And who the cops well they can suck my motherf**king dick

Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass

That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass gunshot

Just to let ya know how I feel word em up

The f**king shit is real

Aiyyo its real

Aiyyo the shit is real

Aiyyo its real

The f**king shit is real

Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene

I'm making mad dupe getting paid off the dope fiends word

Deep in shit the checking order

And my main man tone was f**king 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**king cops arrest me yea

But the shit would never stick

I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick

Cause uncle tan had my back

And now niggaz getting jealous cause they know I'm living fat

Talking shit around the way and over block

But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock

And my crew is mad deep

I'm punching crazy puerto rican so why yo don't sleep word

And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal check it out

The f**king shit is real

Aiyyo its real

Aiyyo its real

The f**king shit is real

Aiyyo its real

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 ass niggaz

Saying that they're catching bodies when they never pulled a trigga

I know ya style I've seen it before

You wearing army suit now you think you're hardcore

Drinking on your 40s smoking on your blunts

Then afford a chainsaw yo there ho fronts yeah

You faking the funk kid

And you'd be kidnapped the ass if you ever did a f**king bid

It's time to separate the real from the phony

The name is fat Joe punk act like you know me

I come from crypt with that ruff shit

Nowadays I can't believe the bull boo rappers come up with

And all y all bitch ass niggaz know the deal check it out

The f**king shit is real

Aiyyo its real

Aiyyo the shit is real

Aiyyo its real

The f**king shit is real

Word up

I wanna say peace to my peeps the beatnuts

Messengers of funk strictly roots

My man four flex zulu nation

Jazzy J in the house

Diamond d the whole digging in the crates crew

And rest in peace to my man tony montana

Aiyo I'm out word is bond

The shit is real