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Yeah, this is out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the niggaz

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you
Yeah

This story place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was knockin' off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were to death, every time I walked by
I them niggaz take their last breath
(Ah)

See I just didn't give a fuck and if you had a C
A bomber, you was gettin' stuck
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to visit my aunt and up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up then
No matter the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was never
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm and tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew

I gotta get mine, I gotta get
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the fast
Give me motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing me

See I'm of this poor shit and who the cops?
Well, can suck my motherfuckin' dick
'Cause all niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get when I hear somebody smoked that ass

to let ya know how I feel
Word 'em up, the shit is real
Hey yo, it's

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
Word up, the is real

Now I'm sixteen and a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope
(Word)
Keep the shit in check, in
And my main man Tone was fuckin' else's daughter

See everybody in town
That Joe and Tone had shit locked
And a nigga test me
It seems like other day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

But the shit will never
I make one phone call and be out quick
'Cause Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jealous they know I'm livin' fat

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't
(Word)

And all you bitch ass know the deal
it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, it's
The shit is real
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

it out
Let me let ya know why I this song
(Why?)
Brothers can't deal the real, word is bond

I'm sick and tired of these ass niggaz
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've it before
You wear an army suit, now you think hardcore

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on blunts
Can't afford a so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid

It's time to separate the real the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act you know me
I equipped with the ruff shit
I can't believe the bull rappers come up with

And all ya bitch ass know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, it's
The fuckin' is real

up
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The
Messengers of Funk, Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu
J in the house

Diamond D, the diggin' in the crates crew
And in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The shit is real,