Fat Joe The Shit Is Real Lyrics

Yeah
This is goin' out ... to all the live m_________ers, knowhatumsayin'
All the real n____z, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California
La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the f___ 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 n____z take their last breath (ahhh..)
See, I just didn't give a f___
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___ed up back then
No matter what the f___ I did, I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the n____ was never there
So what the f___ was I had to do
When sick and tired to bein' the b__miest n____ 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 m_________ing loot, popi
I'm goin' to get paid and can't a d___ thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this porshit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my m_________in' d___!
Cause all them n____z ever do is harass
That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that a__ (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up
The f___in' s___ is real

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

Aiyyo its real
Aiyyo the s___ is real
The f___in s___ 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 s___?* the checkin order,
and my main man Tone was f___in everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had s___ locked down
And a n____ wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f___ing cops arrest me (yea!)
But the s___ would never stick
I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick
Cause uncle Tan had my back
And now n____z gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat
Talkin s___ 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 b____ a__ n____z know the deal, check it out
The f___ing s___ 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 a__ n____z
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 a__ if you ever did a f___ing 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 s___
Nowadays I can't believe the *?bull/boo?* rappers come up with
And all y'all b____ a__ n____z know the deal, check it out
The f___in s___ 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 s___ is real