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The Shit is Real (DJ Premier Remix)

Track byFat Joe

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  • 2016.05.13
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Yeah This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin' All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin' Yeah Verse One: 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 fuck 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 fucked up back then No matter what the fuck 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 fuck was I had to do When sick and tired to 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 Gimme your motherfucking loot, popi I'm goin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' shit is real Chorus: (*background cuts "Down on the real"*) Aiyyo its real Aiyyo the shit is real The fuckin shit is real Aiyyo its real Verse Two: Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word) *?Deep in shit?* the checkin order, and my main man Tone was fuckin 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 fucking 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 gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat Talkin 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 punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sleep (word!) And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out The fucking shit is real Chorus Verse Three: 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 Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga I know ya style, I've seen it before You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah You fakin' the funk, kid And you'd be *?kidnapped?* the ass if you ever did a fucking 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 fuckin shit is real Chorus Outro: 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 Diggin' In The Crates crew And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond The shit is real (*Premier cuts "Fat Joe's in town"*)

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