Yeah

This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckersknowhatumsayin'

All the real niggazbronxbrooklynmanhattanqueenscalifornia

La perlapuerto ricowhatever the fuck you're fromyouknowhatumsayin'

Yeah



Verse one:



This story takes placeback 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..)

SeeI just didn't give a fuck

And if you had a seed skinI let the bomba you was getting stuck (word!)

That was the way it was

One day I went to visit my auntand stuck up my cous

Seesomething was fucked up back then

No matter what the fuck I didI never had no ends

And my moms was on walfare

Aiyyo I knew I had a fatherbut 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 mineI gotta get cash!

I see an old manI'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast

Gimme your motherfucking lootpopi

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

SeeI'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 feelword'em up

The fuckin' shit is real



Chorus: (*background cuts "down on the real"*)



Aiyyo it's real

Aiyyo the shit is real

The fuckin shit is real

Aiyyo it's real



Verse two:



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

I'm makin' mad dupegettin' 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 ricanso why yo don't sleep (word!)

And all you bitch ass niggaz know the dealcheck 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 realword 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 styleI've seen it before

You wearin' army suitnow you think you're hardcore

Drinkin on your 40'ssmokin on your blunts

Then afford a chainsawyo there ho frontsyeah

You fakin' the funkkid

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 joepunkact 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 dealcheck it out

The fuckin shit is real



Chorus



Outro:



Word up!

I wanna say peace to my peepsthe beatnuts

Messengers of funkstrictly roots

My man four flexzulu nation

Jazzy j in the house

Diamond dthe whole diggin' in the crates crew

And rest in peace to my man tony montana

AiyoI'm outword is bond

The shit is real



(*premier cuts "fat joe's in town"*)