เนื้อเพลง The Sh*t is Real - Fat Joe

[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherf*ckers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real n*ggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the f*ck you from
KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah

This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
And s*ckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by
I hear them n*ggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a f*ck - and if you had a C-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
See sh*t was f*cked up back then
No matter what the f*ck I did I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the n*gga was never there
So what the f*ck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest n*gga 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
Give me your motherf*ckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor sh*t
And who the cops? Well they can s*ck my motherf*ckin d*ck
Cause all them n*ggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass (*gunshot*)
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the f*ckin sh*t is real
Hey yo, it's real

Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

Aiyyo The Sh*t is Real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the sh*t is real

[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the sh*t in check, in order
and my main man Tone was f*ckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had sh*t locked down
And a n*gga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the f*ckin cops arrest me (yea!)
But the sh*t will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now n*ggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin sh*t around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you b*tch ass n*ggaz know the deal
Check it out, the f*ckin sh*t is real
Hey yo, it's real

Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

Aiyyo it's real
The f*ckin sh*t is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real

[Fat Joe]
Check it out
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 n*ggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're h*rdcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a f*ckin bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff sh*t
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya b*tch-ass n*ggaz know the deal
Check it out, the f*ckin sh*t is real
Hey yo, it's real

Chorus: (*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

Aiyyo the sh*t is real
Aiyyo it's real
The f*ckin sh*t is real

[Fat Joe]
Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk 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
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The sh*t is real

(*cuts "Down on the reel to reel"*)

Aiyyo